every spring

and every spring

the sun shines more brightly

the colours are sharper

the shapes more delicate

the air floods into my lungs

I gasp, I blink

in this life

still here

still here
against so many odds

after so much fire

so much burning

and flooding

so much parching

and wringing out

still here

still here
blood moving

gases bubbling

ions charging

heart beating

.