This sunlight. cool breeze. Soft wind that combs the hair of new leaves
and spread our arms to gather seeds for new freckles.
I will learn to love. I will eat dirt.
I do not apologize for the space I require
To be human is to have flaws. Look at how inadequate I am.
This body subject to gravity and longing.
Will you turn away?
My family and I share them in bawdy laughs,whispers and kisses.
We make miracles with inadequacy.
Here. I am here.