Alive

Eye of Heaven on my sweet melanin skin 
Toes curl by the breeze of the great Magnolias 
Lungs inhale the smell of prior rainy days 
My figure in fresh grass 
Feeling for the motion of earth
Under me
In a daze, I begin to be centered 
Cirrus clouds formed like silk bedsheets 
Monarch butterfly lands carelessly on my nose 
God, your atmosphere is phenomenally gracious
I yearn forever for the love of your world