39. Sometimes

Sometimes…

Sometimes I’m Matt
but sometimes I’m a cloud
floating slowly above a parched earth
patiently waiting on my rain

Sometimes I’m a river
lazily flowing through a canyon
smoothing down rocks
Made hard by ancient fires

Sometimes I’m a mother’s breath
Whispering sweetly into her child’s ear
as her tummy rumbles like the earth
and she cries tears of water
and drinks the milk made in dying stars

Sometimes I’m a warm forehead
Sometimes I’m cool lips
Sometimes I’m a flower growing through a cracked sidewalk
Sometimes I’m a distended belly of a hungry child
And sometimes I’m the dinosaur flowing through an internal combustion engine

Sometimes I’m a cockroach stuck on my back
Trying to flip back to the earth
Because a bird circles overhead
I rapidly flail my legs
towards an infinite cosmos above

Sometimes I’m my father
Patiently teaching me algebra
Sometimes I’m my father’s ashes
Patiently teaching me quantum entanglement from beyond
Even though I don’t have the language to understand

Sometimes I’m busy at work
Sometimes on a break I can pause
Sometimes I close my eyes
Sometimes I take a deep breath
And sometimes I return to cloud form