The whole world just turned green.
Not just green, but the color
that is shoved into every crease
of the world on a morning in April
that reminds you that this Earth is a
living
breathing
creature.
New life slides out of itself, multiplying
to no end and I struggle to take a breath.
This breath keeps expanding and pushing
against the walls of my body. It becomes
bigger than myself.
This is a moment we share.
We open our eyes
and we can’t see
each other’s smiles,
but we know they are there.
This poem first appeared in Finding Movement Substack.
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Abigail Ipjian is an emerging poet and farmer completing a BA in creative writing at the University of Washington. Much of her writing focuses on experiences in outdoor and growing spaces, as well as the connections made in these spaces with people, plants, creatures and more. Born and raised in northern Illinois, she is currently based in Seattle, WA.
