Elizabeth Ann

A new day,

a new window to build,

a new screen to push open,

a new view to look out at.

I watch my perceptions

shift,

change,

cycle

through themselves.

I am the hen to the eggs

Birthed of my soul

You’re safe here.

I am warm

Salty like the ocean

Soft like a rose petal

Violent like the wind

I sometimes tear leaves off trees

I am the breeze.

I am engulfed in my Spirit

Untamable

like the Mother who birthed me.