It’s so bright out here



And I can feel it



The warmth of your body, just like



Mother, stretching your arms down around me

Are you comfortable with my arms?




Yes, I am
I am certain that your arms are not just mine



I know that the patches of light are like the plots of land



I hear about



That you view from the Sky



And you helped make the patches of light



And the plots of land

I love to gaze upon that patchwork quilt




I’m not able to do that like you,



But I know



That it is beautiful,



Beautiful just like the chirping



Of the Birds in harmony



That you woke up this morning



Beautiful

Can you feel the vibrancy of life put into this world today, and sense the color?



I want to know, because I can dream of it all




I know that the



Crickets and katydids



Are chirping,



Adding the string section to an orchestrated symphony



And the cool patchwork ground



And pillars budding up around me



Growing crisp, moist leaf bunches



And too soaring-high for me to feel or comprehend



Is the sky, stable but flowing



The foamy clouds’ lazy-moving river

When can you feel me?




I know that



You’re there



When the cold frost is melted by your hot breath



When the birds come chirping and the katydids and crickets slowly mute their instruments



When the ground is warm and I lay on my stomach, peaceful



When the smell of fresh-turned soil radiates its heavy, moist, full scent around me



When the wind whips gently, tugging at my hair and playfully brushing it against my face



When it’s warm again after Winter’s cold



When I feel



Alive



That’s when I can tell.

My arms are around you