The universe never stopped reaching for me.
it never pulled back.
never folded its arms and said, “well, fuck it.”
nah
it kept whispering.
quiet.
steady.
waiting on me to shut the hell up long enough
to hear.
but i got caught up
dizzy in my own self-will,
spinning circles,
thinking i had the answer
if i just tried harder
pushed more,
ran faster.
i stopped listening.
like, really listening.
to the wind in the trees,
The waves on the beach,
to the dolphins out in the morning swell
they always show up when i need them
I just forget to notice.
the universe speaks
in the smallest shit sometimes
traffic lights flipping to green
right before my foot hits the brake,
like some divine nod saying
keep going.
you’re not late.
you’re not lost.
it speaks in voices of strangers,
in the way someone tells a story
that somehow ends up being about me
without ever knowing me.
and when I'm not
swallowed whole by my own motives
when I'm not
trying to bend the world
into something I can control
that’s when I start to hear again.
it’s like the noise of the world dies down
the static cuts out
and suddenly
the words of a friend
hit like gospel.
like a damn cosmic meteor
straight to the chest.
suddenly,
the trees don’t just sway
they speak.
and the sky’s got something to say,
and my bones finally feel
like they’re back in the right place.
like home.
like I'm not just floating through this shit.
like I'm stitched into it.
threaded right through the middle
of everything.
me and the universe
we’ve always been in conversation.
I just forgot how to listen.