back on planet Earth
gravity gravity
the words of a friend
and I was swimming,
full and floating.
My darkness, my darkness
an eggshell, brittle
broken healing man.
Sometimes a song
sometimes an emotion
Stop and hold the feeling tenderly
let it go
and cry if you must
pitter-patter
the dancing of ants
listen to the drumming of rain
listen and hold the moment
listen to the storm
and hold the moment
this is the weather