presence

i am no longer worried
about where i might land

i know now that wherever
i am is only where i happen
to be, right there, right then

the distances between hearts
are easier to take this way

my body knows how to move,
and no place is final

except perhaps the last place,
but even then, eventually,
the worms and ants and microbes
will take pieces of me away
i might become a bird’s beak,
a fish scale, a tree’s leaf

no place feels like the end
no place feels like a fence

there are many paths
between the many heres and theres
i keep tucked inside
my chest

and there is space left
there is room for more

i do not worry any more

i am here. and that’s all.
and that’s enough.