All I am trying to do
is take a deep, deep breath,
fill my lungs with the pure air of the heights
in my mind,
then exhale
and build with my freed up breath
a flower with translucent petals,
drawn by a delicate pen onto the watery, sparkly skin
of a puddle,
leftover from last midnight storm,
a piece of the ephemeral flesh
of the last night rain,
soon to be sucked up
by the healing breath
of the scorching sun
