all the weight taken away
from my shoulders by this moment.
I am not me anymore,
but the bird, sitting on the branch,
breathing in my newly found birdness.
the blink of an eye and I
am not a bird either.
I am the tree, still holding the memory
of the bird on my hand. I am the roots,
entwined with the earthworms,
together, we hold my body
against the planet… . The planet I am.
heavy, cold, dark, snowy, hot, polluted
and magnificently blue from the distance.
© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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