Seed

Nestled there

moving into the folds until they don’t actually have a beginning

Rooted

It is the importance of loyalty that squeezes possibility.

You stretch, but the hard shell of humanity

keeps the perimeter small

the surface seems too far away-

you push

you push

you push

until the surface breaks

and it does and you dance among the shards not caring that your feet bleed

The once soft ground turned to stone

lets the callouses speak their mind.

And you.

You don’t turn and run.

Instead, you float.

Soft and away, you float.

Like the light against the trees,

you float

As if the heavens asked for you by name you float

and you keep going

until you are there.

You are there.

You

are there.