she breathes the air
with eyes wide open
she sees what most overlook
but to her it's magic
the light glistens
and the sky dims
the birds converse
and the stars -- they wink
a secret language shared between her
and her
she recognizes that all beings' conception is uniform
we are all one
disparate in manifestation, yes
but connected
deeply connected
she will not stray from this connection
she craves it
sometimes it overwhelms her
she feels it in the others
like twin telepathy
we are all siblings
