I pray she pours into you 
from every direction, 
and you lick the bowl 
clean.

I pray she is the sky of white and blinding sun, 
to aflame you out of slumber.
Curtains drawn after a long winter,
to breathe her in as easy as spring.

I pray you try not to dance, but lose control of your feet. 

Live, live, live in the body you have right now.
We can fly with our feet on the ground if we let ourselves. 
We can swim into the sky just by breathing.