"April into May"

This motion in fluidity, a gentle wrapping of energy.
The feeling you have when your hand is out in the wind from a moving car,
but instead it's in your stomach.
There is a desire to grasp it, a static tingling in your third eye.
This is all a dance, so intricately complacent but burrowing into your heart.
Float. Epiphany. Finally.
Sunshine leaving her scent on you.
Pull you in, connect, reflect.
This path is never lonely because once one is out you let another in.
Rolling in warm sand during low tide.
Gulping the salt of tears, no more.
I let it flow and no longer am making cups from my palms,
because emotional health is above all in order to ground yourself,
TO yourself.
Heal yourself, Heal yourself, Heal yourself.
Clarity comes next. Be ready.
Birds take flight.

S.M.