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.
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
who are the others
who are the us
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Thanks for reflecting back my friend. I appreciate it.
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Thank you for revisiting this. It was a touching pause this morning. 💐
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Val, thank you for letting me know that these words reached you. Sending you love.
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“Recycled drops of rain” – heightened memories of petrichor 🌹
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Thank you for reminding me of this word. petrichor ♥️
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Enjoyed your poem..Every month is poetry month to me!
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Me too! Thanks for reading.☮️♥️
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