Presence

I want to breathe in your light

and soak in your breeze.

I want to touch your warm earth

and taste its freshly rain dampened dirt.

I want to hear the language of the wind

and listen to the stories it carries away.

I want to consume every scent as daily bread.

I want to listen to the rustle of dried leaf veins in autumn

and reflect all those dying colors.

I want to feel the trembling quake 

of newborn life amidst a garden of bones.

I want to be overwhelmed in all these senses

and catch a passing glimpse of your presence.