Be it white and blue and gray and flow.
Across my mind.
Let it go.
Like an exhale, a tall tale.
Let it be movement without judgement.
Rain all day if you wish.
The air is clean.
I see faces of old friends.
What it means to know something or someone since beyond now and years ago.
In the same way we know...
The clouds. Like trees.
Hold grace and witness and union over me.
Let them breathe, and wash, and move with us.