unwell.

yes, i feel unwell, smothered,

and lasting. each deep breath

pulls like water, a sinking anchor

(and i used to trust the air…)

that drags long the moments

of tears into yawns that stress ‘rest’

and i nod, only partially,

because i know there is more,

have felt more, have been more before…

it was the day after one like this

when the waters dispersed,

a great exhale of words that ran for,

panted after, screamed 'freedom',

so wild, into a million flowers

blooming the hillside into fragrance

soft

and light

fresh pollen dusted my nose,

tickled my throat, and

i can still feel the stems

pressed tightly together in my hand

as I approached Him…

that day is coming,

tomorrow.