
i don't ever want to "walk by" my life.

i want to see in full, wild, vivid color
noticing how dew collects on blades of grass like
silver liquid sky
i want to linger over words in books
sentences that halt me, ring true and spark something in my chest;
as i reread those words, there is a crescendo of nods with each repetition
until they somehow become a part of me
i don't need to eat fancy
but i need to eat tasty
slow bites
rainbows of flavor
blooming on my tongue like a sip of fine wine
i want to stop and listen
to the sound of the wind
the flapping of bird wings
crackling branches
crunching leaves
moaning trees in the dead of winter
cricket legs rubbing in the heat
i want to always feel your warm hugs
just like the way it was the first time
against your warm, woolen sweater
feeling home
feeling freedom
feeling like me