leaf

I was exposed and yearning

for connection

on my shrine-like window sill

to be fully alive I tear down

the cold glass obstacle

to encounter the outside world

by force and by grace

of the forecast

to interact to feel

a part of it — one — again

a frail attempt powered

only by breaths as prayers

untamed expressions

of deep desire

and one day

with a strong gust of wind

you made your way

confidently, as if

you’ve been there before,

around my neck

down my chest

behind the loose blouse

landing on the soft hill

of my breast

making me burst

with laughter

upon such gentle

confirmation of belonging