In The Conservatory

Guess where I am.

Sometimes I don't even know.




I'm here.

I'm there.

I spread and move and float.

I come unmoored and sink in stormy seas.

I end broken hearted, resting rusted on the bottom of the bottomless sea.

But in the conservatory,......




I am in the plants, or tucked securely into a flower.


Dripping down the window pane.




I'll be near the ceiling.

Gnawing on the cactus roots.

I am the water that feeds the plants and the dirt they live in.

My breath is the steam and my spirit the air.

forever.

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