Holding the world in a hand made of glass pieces. Jagged edges that catch the sun and send splintering light every which way. Reflections of a past I once belonged to and a future I am creating, glued together by the very presence of what is right now. Yes, let me breathe in warm sunshine and evaporated dew, blisters from walking on sidewalks toasted in the sun. Yes, let me breathe in starlight and the magic of the moon as it rises up from the horizon, sending the sun to sleep. Yes, let me breathe in courage and passion and everything else I need to stay alive. Yes, let me breathe in love. Let me breathe it in and exhale it out into clouds that float to different skies, hovering over different peoples and different places and different times, releasing the same energy that comes from holding in breaths of what is the same love. Let it rain the same in every country, washing away the stains from the day, washing away the glass pieces that broke once upon a time and made up some mosaic that sits on a window in a town I once knew. Hold the glass up to the light and see how it splinters-how the chaos and brokenness and jaggedness creates what makes it beautiful.
PT, DPT, SCS, CSCS