I am the wind

I am the wind

in the trees

the quiver

in your lip

I am the salt

suddenly

stinging your eyes

summoning tears

swirling

deep inside

I am the cosmic ocean

falling

into a quiet stream

I am the voice within

calling

in your dreams

I am the feelings

and forgotten memories

you don't want to feel

the last medicine 

the old coffee

you reluctantly sip

the endless

rhythmic

slow

drip

I am the pulse

of new creation

the seed unsown

the secret garden 

the buried treasure

you've never seen

but always known 

-julie mae