Poem inspired by: on the nature of daylight-Max Richter
11 o clock sun
my face tilting, eager to feel
the light
across the wisp of skin that form my eyelids…
An orange glow
fills my mind-
you feel closest here,
and from here
the warmth slowly spreads
like the emergence of a sunrise
throughout my physical form…
I want to stay here,
forever…
Infinite space for my soul to breathe
Like first butterfly wings
uncurling,
my eyes flutter open,
disoriented…
I focus on the sound of the breeze
rustling the leaves…
Looking down,
the playful dance of shadows unfold,
imprinting on my bare thighs…
a delightful rumble
moving upward
from my core,
tickling my throat
as it crescendos
into the air…
as if to acknowledge
the beauty
of existence with nature as the sole witness…
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 