An Unbothered Bliss – Georgi Y. Johnson

When did we forget
an unreflected wonder of light
the unbothered bliss
of wet air on skin
the uncomposed mystery
of a human hand?

How did we learn
ourselves as separate
from the water,
unbounded sky
and temporal horizon?

Who fooled us in belief
that the inside stops
and an outside begins?

Come home, in naturalness
my lovely
every step in peace
identical to peace,

Come home, beauty,
to the space
you never left.