And I ....

A poem about a few moments in the world.

Photo by Jacob Sedlacek on Unsplash

A droplet, 
infused my moonlight,
kisses an emerald leaf;

And I cry.

The truthful song
of a warbling Magpie,
transforms the breeze;

And I laugh.

The astringent juice
of a ready raspberry, 
bleeds into my tongue;

And I ache.

The teacup eyes
of my closest comrade,
melt into my soul;

And I open.

To beauty
To whimsy
To transience
To kinship.

To it all, at once.

Then it too passes.

And warmth breaks through my thickening skin;

Cracks me open from the inside.

I smile.

I remember.

And I cry.