thinking about
my sister
& how she asked about my trip to india
cause she wanted to go there & hike to some waterfalls
she’s just dust in the ground now
i wonder “are you here, Maggie? do you see?”
thinking about
how the earth baptized me in a waterfall
in Hawaii when i was 16
& how every spiritual moment i’ve had since was outside of organized religion
realizing i feel spiritual because *i am* spiritual
even though i don’t really believe in anything
thinking about
the first waterfalls i ever saw
in Wisconsin & Niagara Falls
& the tiny waterfall we celebrate in northern Michigan, Ocqueoc
and how lucky i am to have seen as much of the earth as i have seen
thinking about
how the water
falls
much like
thoughts
that travel through my mind
unceasing &
with power
not like tears
which hold intention
momentary mayhem
until something catches
finding
my way
back
again
(okay okay
be present &
here
now
use your…
nose
activate yourself
experience “being”
for once in your goddamn life Kimberly)
what does that even mean?
*this is how i be
my being is a windy rocky path
to something beautiful & worth looking at
or at least that’s what i hope it to be
i unironically thank the trees for helping me