a breath too big to keep in

You are the river

preparing to become the sea.

Don't fight and don't leave, 

let what may be as it be.

You are a spiraling form

cutting through trees, along a mountain, skimming the lakes,

where no one is watching

except for tiny fish and the whirr of mosquitoes. 

You are a full burst

and a breath too big to keep in.

You rest in spaces after each last breath,

like footsteps that disappear in a forest.

No one knew you were there.

Let what may be as it be.

No one is your witness.

No one remembers you.

Simply an energy, a flood of light that loses its tail over and over again.

For you are the river

preparing to become the sea.

"How strange", the stars would whisper amongst each other,

"how naive", as they forget you.

A hunger from long ago

sustains and eats

the pieces of everything that can create a dream.

You fly as if you've forgotten

That a globe continues to swirl with or without you

how small you are

wishing to be witnessed

long enough to be real

how small you are

wishing to flood forever

long enough to see yourself an ocean.