I am a speck,
an infinitesimal speck in the whole
of everything.

I am merely particles —
light particles taken shape
to mimic the movements
of human. girl.

Sometimes, I think
a sunbeam will absorb me,
me who is drawn like a cat
to blots of light.

It’s easier to believe
my flesh and bones are merely
assumed, not definitive.

I want to know
what it feels like to fly
without purpose or direction.

I want to know
what it feels like to float
without time ticking by.

If I was light,
I could be early morning wonder;
I could be warmth against your
flushed cheeks.

The dew would sparkle,
calling out my name
as if I were the most beautiful,
beautiful thing.