I run from myself
catch a corner of feeling
accept this moment of liberation

as skin of bruised clouds darkens
a prickling tingle goosebumps my arms
airwaves gather energy sparks

our tilted world revolves
a turning we have never
been able to feel
yet know as truth

a shift occurring between/from
who are the others
who are the us

we ride around the sun
evolving regardless of our position
or noticing

recycled drops of rain



This poem was first published in MasticadoresUSA  2022. 

May poems continue to help us understand the many experiences of human beings. May poems continue to help us learn to pause and listen. May poems help us celebrate the gift of being alive.

Happy Poetry Month.
Ali