RDP Friday: TRANSITION
From an embrace to a kiss
to muscle and bone
to a beating heart to fingers to a spinal column
a Galaxy of promise waiting to be born.
To a student, to a traveler to defeat and despair
to the good days when the air smells good
and my face hurts from laughing.
From heartbeat to pulse
am I just a collection of moments wrapped in skin?
From sleeping to dreaming to waking
my clock with broken hands tries to keep time
and it will, like it’s supposed to