–YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE GOT 'TIL IT’S GONE

 

Ideation

 

I’m breathing for 

the first time today, 

taking in the light with me, 

drinking the lake whole, 

swallowing each cloud, 

becoming a bloom, 

something transient and 

outside of myself where 

the lack of purity 

isn’t a sin but is, rather, 

a call for acceptance 

and celebration, 

and within that 

ring of recognition 

the ideation of life anew 

drips from the faucet of me, 

trickling towards 

your extended palm.