Picture it:
a frenzied,
perhaps slightly insane,
blur of a woman
organizing blankets
by their color
and folding socks
so tiny that they
end up looking
like cherry tomatoes.

Picture it:
mint green walls
covered in lambs
and handfulls of
un-filled picture
frames (plus a
hidden smudge
and nail, because
I'm no good with
a hammer).

Picture it:
a belly so big
and beautiful
it takes up more
space technically
than it does
physically because
it outshines
itself with vibrant
life and punches
and rolls.

Picture it.

Oh.
Just picture it.

little sheep dancing happily
through a mint-eucalyptus
meadow.
what i see
is exciting to me.

I can't help but love
the new curves
being paved down
my amazon body

       Tall
        Strong
          Glowing

There's been no better
time for warm hands
to run down the new
roadmap of my skin

       Firm
         Round
           Growing

It's **** and startling to come
into myself so fluidly and quickly
as I am beautifully growing out
after all this time of hating myself
for doing the same thing differently.

Truly unruly.

It's profundity unravels
into the expanding universe

chasing it's own tail toward an
answer that won't be caught because
it's a question that moves too slow.

From time's beginning, or from the
paradoxical idea that we have invented
in a vain attempt to understand what a
beginning is, or could be, or was, or isn't.

Do you ever stop and think of these things? Of how
we have loved since "let there be" and have spent
all of eternity weaving into life from here and there
and everywhere in God and nature's beautiful dance
of unity and life which has caused us to be here, together.