it happens

in that first moment

when you are still you

when who you are is all your own

it happens

slowly

without really noticing

you give yourself away

 it happens

bit by bit

and you find that you don’t mind

it happens

each thing relinquished seems frivolous

 a wisp  of something floating in the wind

it happens

  it consumes you, swallows you whole, takes up your space, your air, your everything

your circle widens

your compass changes

it happens

 your senses expand

alive, tingling

so full of everything

it happens