Countless sons have poured their stardust into the miracle that you are. And the tip of your finger, which gently moves a shifting jigsaw of clouds into a perfect fit of rain song is hard work of perfection. This afternoon there is an inner listening of hymns. And you are a leaf that sails upon the notes of a distant flute. You are the stirring and whirling of every subatomic movement that celebrates aliveness. You are the stirring and whirling of every subatomic movement that celebrates aliveness
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 2:37
I do feel kind of hopeful when I hear other people's work. JIT reminds me that poetry is only ever a moment away. So I'm hoping that I find my moments again soon, once I'm fully recovered. So thank you for sharing. Thank you for inviting me to listen. It's been a few days since I've been able to do that intently, but I'm glad I did. Slight medicine