it

it
is lighting
a cigarette

and making
shapes
touch.

it
is watching
bodies move

in streetlights,
in tremors
over water.

it
is pounding
lifetimes
out of drumbeats.

it
blooms
burning
paper flowers.

it
is the wave
that touches
the dune,

the heart
that stops

and starts
again.

it is the message
sent
from
everywhere

to
everyone:

i
am
here.