traces

I have been tracing new hairs appearing, the slight of my eyes, the frown of my brows, the smiley corners of my mouth, my ears wondering how softly a sound I could hear, how loud I could resist. Sticking my tongue to new heights, tumbling my body to new hills.

I discovered the grass, the reeds, the rock and the dirt. Water made me so happy, and the sky got me lost, sometimes. I moved a finger and a leaf moved as well. I blew my chest out and joined the wind in its journey.

I started tracing the birds and their wings, the clouds and their moon.

A very familiar feeling took over me that shuffled my skin, the contours surrounding, tracing it all.