[because coehlo says that the whole world conspires to help facilitate you on your path when you are on the right one]
today i am a bright stream of light
that is streaked purple on its way to the deli floor
through it's mauve painted store front window
i am a cool breeze
that, in satisfied exhales, touches soft on worked fields at noontime
kissing the dark crevices that carve hands like mountain rivulets
i am a melting puddle of once-snow ice water
that carries the weight of city asphalt to the ocean
in slow brooms of street tide
i am the smile
that touches on the faces of passerbies who glance at children
who have grown up in snow
but have not yet stopped playing with it
i am the urge to play
the feeling that makes you want to run into the wind
and knock her over without apologizing
when you both fall
and laugh
loudly
in the midst of delivery boys
and business people
who stop to chuckle at your reverie
i am the strange feeling that pulls your heart
and twists the air from your breath
when the person you love enters the room
each time like it was the first time you ever saw each other
i am love.
i am your first love.
i am your first heart-felt apology.
i am the excitement that blesses you when you jump out of bed in the morning and gasp
what wonders will You and I exchange today?