Became

I became grasses. The sense that discovers. I was bees. Wisps of me were held aloft upon the breeze. I was waters cool and deep. I was caves in which they sleep. I became moons. I was days. My light was breath and life was death. I disappeared in clouds like rain and flew beyond the rise again. I was tears. A music in voices across the distances between worlds. The fierce urgencies of eccentric stars. Lost. A seeing way. All roads were my heart’s trace. I was their graces. A single tiny stone in all of space. I fell. In blood and frames of fire my names were loosed and shattered. I was trees. The force that lifts a wave from outside minds. One perfect whisper from the sky in a lifetime of otherwise ordinary weather.