Please don’t ask me how I am.

I am too many things

with not enough time

to share show or tell it all.

Yesterday, for example

I spent the whole day in bed

resting or nesting -

(I can’t be sure),

but by nightfall I had grown a fair few feathers

and knew myself to be

as one of the shore-birds at dawn

huddled against the wind

taking turns to keep their eggs

warm. Still and silent.

By morning -

I was all thunder and light!

Ten thousand thoughts a second

ripping through my solar system

and not a stationary atom

to be found.

Then,

last week I was the fragrance

of a rose on my bedside table.

And sometimes I am the liminal space where

blue turns to green

for a blink of an instant

at sunset.

Indeed, how am I

all things?

with still so much space

for no-thing at all?

How am I raindrop

pebble, tumbleweed

and everlasting hope?

I. am. Elemental

consequential

fire moon ice and lava.

Imagined, unheard of,

an end with no beginning

Chaos Order

both above and below

timeless

tireless

exhausted and unending.

There is infinitely more

to me than

I could ever hope to show.

So for now, just this:

I am here.

As that is all that I know

that I know

that I know.

©Liat Lev. Jan2025