connie cooke’s Personal Potion

I is a potion, begin
In the air, where nostrils sip
Molecules of bounce into your head,
Your hands. Listen
To belonging along
Spiral canals moving mood’s food
Into feet, and forage
For hope
And find (it/them) finding you – is a potion
In motion, begin
Again, sip giving and swirl
Add awareness and twirl
And whole world whirls for you, feel that?
The potion of you fills the ocean, don’t forget!