I dreamt I gave birth to blood and bones,

swallowed by the mud beneath my feet;

the walls were talking,

whispering about the trees and the sky.

I felt the wind on my face;

it rustled the leaves and passed through

the cracks between the walls

as I was taking off the skins I wore for the day;

I hung them on the outside patio to air them out.

I left traces of my shadow on the herringbone floor

as I walked from who I was to who I am –

the distance felt as short

as the expanse of the universe.

It made me wonder how far I was

from who I am to who I am becoming,

and when i looked through the pinhole,

it seemed as if I’ll get there

in just a couple of breaths.

And maybe if I keep at this pace,

I’ll arrive in a blink that only

takes a hundred lifetimes.