This Is Me

I am not

awe-inspiring

like a mountain or an ocean.

I am not

raw power,

a grand dream.

I am subtle magic.

I unfold

slowly,

curling around you like

smoke tendrils.

I am the

quiet magic

in the charm of a small town

in the summer.

Or a still lake,

the sunlight reflecting,

sparkling, glittering.

I will not turn your world upside down,

I will wade through it,

bathe in it,

let it coat me so that I know

the deepest

parts

of

you.

-Kat