Reckless
It is such a reckless stillness
the way it crowds out, makes space for
nothing but itself
expands inside me, crashing into my
body, changing its shape
without making a sound
Rains
The rains teach me
remind me
that sometimes we need to let ourselves be
dirty, grit between our toes, mud splashing up
to our hands, outsretched
to receive the gift of the clouds
sometimes we need to be reminded
that we were never really clean
to begin with
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