Turn me into the rain and cascade me down onto the Earth. Let the plants rinse and repeat my hydration and the soil bless my name every time they give thanks. I want the animals to worship my streams and consume generously. I want every human to be genuinely grateful that I'm free and clean. I want to be free and clean.

Turn me into the sun and watch me evaporate the ground. Watch the flowers grow and beg for their mother when they are in need of bloom. Watch the clay dry up and harden and people in Florida finally feel at home again. Watch produce grow and people grin and complain and block me out yet miss me when I'm gone. 

Turn me into the moon and see how many people stare at me and pray to me-like I'm governing their soul. Watch as I control the waves and the tides, rallying out lonely animals and desperate children who are praying to shooting stars. See me as the brightest thing for a full twelve hours every day.

Turn me into the wind and see if you notice me until you can't bear to ignore me. Prepare for me, embrace me. Hold me, and I'll hold you back. People and animals will run from me, but some will relish in me-feeling the strength within my breeze. 

Then I said, turn me into love. And let me hold the broken-hearted. The late-night thinkers. The on-break criers. The morning tokers and the over sleepers. Listen as the plants open up to my touch. Watch how each and every animal rushes to my embrace and yearns for my warmth. Witness how every person references my being-having small, varying degrees of me within them.

Notice how I am the water that nourishes this Earth and the animals and how I'm the sun that brings the plants into spring, encouraging their blossom. See the wind in me and how harsh and necessary it is in contrast to the sun and the rain. Understand how this is love. How I am-how the sun and the rain and the water and the wind-how we all nurture and provide. How we're all the same. How we're all love. 

And then, turn me back into myself, and let me feel everything I've begged you to keep far from me. Help me to feel the longing and fear and abandon. The hurt and growth and nostalgia. All of that is me as well. You can't always be the sun, sometimes you need to be the rain. 

7-8-2024