Olivia’s Personal Potion

I is a potion, begin
In the air, where nostrils sip
Molecules of Changing leaves into your head,
Your hands. Listen
To Cups of tea along
Spiral canals moving mood’s food
Into feet, and forage
For Dancing to my favourite music
And find (it/them) finding you – is a potion
In motion, begin
Again, sip Long walks and swirl
Add Time with friends and twirl
And whole world whirls for you, feel that?
The potion of you fills the ocean, don’t forget!