I am.

{practices of creative self image}

I am.
I am a summer peach. juicy, perfectly ripe. I explode with flavor.
I am the long trail around the pond, the summer sunrise shimmers my surface.
I am the daughter of spontaneity, the wife of peace, the bearer of passion.
I am the heartbeat's throb after the fastest you've ever run
I am the purple gel pen.
I am the loudest blue jay's alarm call,
the brightest firework's smoldering flakes of falling yellow.
I am the fingertips of King Midas.
I am the heat wave hitting you as you fling the door open in mid August.
I am your broken snooze button.
I am the pacing jaguar behind the glass,
the squirrel's frenzied leap from branch to branch.
I am Intensity. I am Drive.
I am the power to Do.
I am.