Every step seems a part of a journey,
every twig on the ground from a tree,
every glittering pebble seems earth-born,
every droplet returns to the sea.
Every leaf seems inspired by sunshine,
all lightening leaps downward from friction,
a mountain stands hopeful away on a rim,
every star reaches backwards from time.
Heart seems a kettle, your pulse seems a hum,
fingers a chance for connection,
brain seems a small constellation,
ear-holes but beats on a drum,
your pelvis a key in rotation:
wake up there’s a bite on your bum.