The Moment a Storm Passes

I placed my indoor plants outside
so they too could feel cool rain
upon their tender leaves,

       to taste clouds within their soil,

       to feel the breeze brush their necks
       and teach their roots
       how to dance with Earth.

How had I denied them 
   these moments of life,
              and for so long?

What else have I withheld
from those I love?
       Their lives held captive 
       by my desires -- without understanding 
       the subtle difference
       between existing and living
       may simply be feeling
       sunlight on our faces
       the moment a storm passes.

---

---