Today I am shrinking

becoming the blank space on an application

or the air sealed inside a new box of shoes.

There are many comforts in this dimension,

precious memories like treasures to be recovered

if you’re not afraid to dig.

Here underneath this palm tree

I am the draft filtered through fronds

remembering the first time:

you feel like a caress,

how my body is warmth before it registers pain.

Here on top of this cloud

I am the sun painting each misty particle with color

remembering the first time:

your tears beat and sting my cheek,

how you are melting right before my eyes.

Shrinking/shifting/remembering

I become a drop of rain, a reflection.

Memories are flowing in and out of me,

I become

a million first times, a million tears,

a million hands reaching forward. Still,

I am looking for yours.

I am always looking for yours.