In my skin,
I feel…
the light caress
of the breeze,
the warm glow
of the sun,
the cool embrace
of the river
a million
little kisses
that usually
land unnoticed
on the soft shell
of my clothes.
The endless flow
of gentle caresses
calls me home
to this moment,
reminding me
that I am alive,
I am in a body,
and my body
is beautiful.
Published in Space Between the Stones: Poetry and Practices for Connecting with Nature, Spirit, and Creativity
