She belongs in no time.

now is the past, present, and future

The spit from her words
stains the ground.

Leaving behind her 
a past tense sense of self.

Her breath 
speaks the present.
Her lungs inflate with the moment.

The Energy is a receding ocean,
swelling, 
leaning back before
lunging forward,
summersaulting over sand.

She is swallowed whole
into no time.

Reflection

What is your presence? What does it feel like, sound like, and look like to be in your now? What spit creates your past? What air must you put out there right now?

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My breath is my presence.