An early July evening

Can I just be a blooming contraddiction?

Can I bask in the pleasures of a Summer storm?

Is it too late to be amazed by my toes stretching on the earth?

My belly is a wild flower glade.

How can I be asked to shrink myself enough to forget all that I am becoming?

Can I smell the starry night while drinking garden-sage-infusion?

Is it too soon to want to say THANK YOU to all that has hurt me open?

Because I am here

In this body