Saturday, March 16, 2019

Gusts


Laughter moves through me in gusts, belly, and mouth, sudden and deep. This is bliss, I believe.

We are the same. You are there on your journey. I am here on mine. We are separated, but only by skin and air and time.

I am a cloud floating inside the container of an animal, and I am expanding, seeping into the soil and sky. I want to be the laughter that moves through me in gusts. I want to be the wind, the leaf, the sea, the swallows, the sky.

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