a better place

I step out of my shoes
to meet the ground,
sink to the bottom of lakes
to listen to the quiet

because I need to remind myself.


Tucked into the creases of paper airplanes,
I send my thoughts elsewhere
and sit silently

and unmoving

with the space between

because I need to remind myself.


The air around me stretches and widens
until the moon meets the sun,
and I hold my own hand,

and I remember now

because I need to remind myself.