Oranges and avocados taste like happiness
after too long looking for something
hummingbirds sound like sugar
stolen from your mom while she is baking cookies
The way a raindrop hits
In the middle of your scalp
me walking soundlessly through woods
shimmering above rock
Oranges and avocados are warm summer mornings and I crack an egg over them. The egg is the sun
a bird on forest fingertips
whistling its life into wind
Feeling myself in the bird
Feeling myself in the movement of a call
a turtle digging into the wet dirt
holding the world in its back
the way someones finger puts pressure right between your eyebrows
The way feet and shins breathe in cold wet grass
Little girls jumping over small waves
the way my feet can sift into the ground
The way a thunderstorm comes and goes while you are sitting on a porch
refreshing the world
The way clouds cast shadows on mountains
There is a deer looking at me
we are trying to decide who will move first
Lovely imagery. You have a gift, Faith, I love witnessing you hone it.