Tiny Sips

I remember holding it in my hands.

I picked up another and it pushed me backwards.

I once again held the first one and it moved me forward.

Tiniest piece of magic, where was it from?

What does this say about the human body and all that resides within this container?

How much is accessible to us that we are closed off to?

Shadows and light flowing together like a river during a storm.

I need breaks, the drip drip drip.

It’s like diving—if we go down too fast or come up too fast, our bodies cannot calibrate.

Tip toe tip toe.

Tiny little sips.

I held it in my hand; it’s my most recent memory, but all things leave a mark.