I am my mother
I am my father
I am everyone I try not to become.
I am birds.
I am birds.
I am all the birds at once
moving in that chaotic, swirling
pattern through the ether.
I am the rain.
I am the dirt becoming mud.
I am the underside of the cat,
soft and unprotected.
I am disappearing into you,
in to the dream of touch
all wings and feathers
and flight.
Artist: Breus Art
