I.
What am I listening for?
The rhythm of an endless human-centered conversation.
Why?
To feel the space between our next collective breath.
II.
The sky split in half with the trail of an early flight.
Orange morning light, a long exhale, and the sound
of pencil on paper filling a page. I appreciate
clouds temporary status and apply that truth
to my own temporary life.
III.
I want to find a way to open
from the inside,
safely and slowly,
with pleasure and wonder.
IV.
Put your weapons down.
The sky is the same as yesterday: blue and uninterrupted.
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