like animals eating grass like
butterflies spreading wings
like infants crying like
bicycle wheels turning
like rain pouring down like
desert snakes looking for pray
like the silence after a guitar concert like
help for the helpless
like death for the dying like
stepping through shadows towards
a sort of self
as if you were getting ready to open a present
patiently waiting to hear the breezelike sound
of your life gliding back to your body