by Mahogany L. Browne
The ways in which our bodies may move against the wind or the water
climb stairs or swing high in a child's park
-both arms in flight,
all on their own is different.
Sometimes we have sight
sometimes we have the sense of smell
sometimes we are working with a different
set of skills altogether.
There is more than one way to exist.
There is more than one way we learn how to speak
with our hands
or our eyes.
There are different tones to evoke a symphony of laughter.
Our fingers and toes
our arms and torsos
each courageous cloud a thunderous declaration
echoing: I Am Here!
Because the smallest things that make us up
are the largest strokes of beauty that color us brilliant!
But the heart
Oh my! How our hearts beat the same.
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Mahogany L. Browne
Last updated March 22, 2023