simply my turn

When I am alone in nature –

The trees sigh my name.

The wind –

wisps herself around my waist

encouraging me to join

in a light waltz

with their partner –

The sun

who sends me an old

familiar smile

before kissing

the speckled tops

of my bare shoulders.

The birds

they announce their welcome

through soft melodies

of intimate longing

for another soul

like mine

to indulge in their words

of praise

and celebration

to the land we share

and honored

to call ours.

The wet dirt clings to my worn shoes

imprinting its contented sigh

on the outward flaps of the sole

blessing the path I take

while taking itself

along the journey

with me.

The day slows

taking in the life

I have to offer it.

My soul

is full

being fed with the bits and pieces

I call home

which I find

in the trees

in my shoes

in the wind.

Here I am–not judged.

Here I am–not perceived

Here– I can be anyone & anything

everything & everywhere

all at once.

Looking around,

feeling the beginning aches in my knees,

I’m sorrowfully reminded

of my humanity

the full and lack of life

that dwells inside me.

Like the forefront of my mind

was whispering the secrets

of what was brought to it

told as a slither through clenched teeth

meant to capture and constrict

the senses

from taking in that of what’s around them

and contracting inwards

to where the heart

now sat in the pained silence of its own words

replaying them over

and over

and over again.

Wondering

what went Wrong?

And Why?

But then I look around

finding

that the trees

have not moved.

The sun

had not hidden behind a cloud

in fear

of what’s been brought to attention.

of what it’s been reminded of.

No,

the world has not

stopped spinning.

In fact,

nothing has changed!

It has known,

and by not changing

and staying in it’s familiar

quiet stillness,

it is telling me

how much it knows.

Has known.

Creations born and die every day–

starting their day

starting their death.

Each start

a new beginning.

Each ending

a new start.

I look around

and realize

I have nothing to fear!

For when I’m gone,

I will have had

my fill of life.

I will have taken and enjoyed

everything given to me–

from the way the leaves crackle under my feet

to the way my baby hairs

curl and squeal

as it gets hit by the first few drops

of a light rain shower.

The way the tops of the trees

whisper its poetry to me

bringing me out

of the dark place

I woke up in.

I will have taken everything with gratitude,

knowing that it is merely

my turn to have it.

And one day,

when I’m gone,

I will only contribute to the cycle,

giving someone else their worthy chance

of letting their heart thrum as they take in

the glowing grin of the sun–

they too feeling

the kiss upon their bare shoulders.

They too will giggle

when a lopsided beetle wiggles to greet them

sigh when they smell

the fresh dewey grass of the early morn.

When it’s their turn,

I only hope

that they take what’s been given to them.

I hope they look around,

realizing the gift that life is,

and become grateful for everything that brought them

to this very moment

where they’re able to breathe in the dewey mountain air

and be their true selves

living without

a fucking care in the world.

I only hope

they take it

because after all,

it is their turn.

And right now

it’s mine.

And I’m forever honored.

thanks for reading babes 🫶🌝💐