untitled life

(Just found this in my notebook. No idea when it’s from. Best guess is 2020.)

The natural flow of water reversing into monsoon clouds
A lightning bolt—
Caught in something,
Wonderful accident,
Alive, tries to wriggle out, in,
Still pushing to this day wherever it is drawn.

It hurts so much to watch ‘Our Planet,’
Knowing we will miss its youth one day soon,
Knowing one day we will watch this and cry.

You don’t need to believe in any God,
But please, believe that everything touches,
And everything feels like a center.