An Unbothered Bliss – Georgi Y. Johnson

When did we forget

an unreflected wonder of light

the unbothered bliss

of wet air on skin

the uncomposed mystery

of a human hand?

How did we learn

ourselves as separate

from the water,

unbounded sky

and temporal horizon?

Who fooled us in belief

that the inside stops

and an outside begins?

Come home, in naturalness

my lovely

every step in peace

identical to peace,

Peace.

Come home, beauty,

to the space

you never left.