Certain moments arrive, round and tenable as the inside of a nest
and deliciously painful as all truth is
I cup these pieces of a day in my hand as I would a bird just born
An untethered knowing of my existence here gathers like the wind
I stretch and lengthen my shoulder blades, baring my heart to the never-ending sky
And I let go
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