so it is
I have come to be happy in my bones, these rooms,
the hollow spaces I inhabit.
There is fit to my breathing. There is room
around everything.
After three sweet days of gray, a midday rain,
a blessing of white,
and now this light has come to play, all crackling bright
and steaming, pouring color into everything.
I unfurl into the afternoon, great billows and fronds
of unwinding. Everything lets me.
