(Elements)

(April)

And then I realized that
we’re not mostly water,
but wind.
There is wind inside
our lungs and cells
that breathes and moves
and carries us to the
edge of things.
We might feel soft, but
it is breath that illuminates and
animates our fluid limbs
to wander and build.
I am not carried by my watery legs,
but by the swell of air in my
middle and in the middle
of each part of me.
We fly.

Year long project — poem a month