I am here

Three years later

So much has changed.

My words are clunky

Unyielding

That which they are

trying to describe

seems indescribable.

The sun patch dances

It is me.

 The wind moves 

bright green leaves

dance in front 

of a turquoise ocean.

Where does the denseness

of self,

her fears, her grooves,

so deeply felt,

end?

and where does the lightness 

of being begin?

Perhaps they are already one.