I climb out of my window in
the middle of the night onto the
cool metal roof that warps
beneath my bare feet.
I sit and lean against the wall,
below the window, sweet breezes
that send a pleasant chill all over my body,
brush my clothes and
tickle my arms with my hair,
which, four days ago was chopped short
so that it barely reaches past
the short ends of my shirt sleeves.
I wrap my arms around my knees,
close my eyes, inhale and rest
for a moment in the near perfection of the silence, feeling so overwhelmed with love and happiness for everyone and everything that I feel as if I will implode or explode, word choice doesn't matter in this exquisite moment of bliss embedded in the insanity that is my life.