A Word for Living Creatures

We fold and unfold 
again, not like flowers,
not like - no, this fold 

and unfold a creasing, al-
most breaking, a bend, 
looseness. 

We feel it
inside ourselves.
We see our bodies

separate

from ourselves, 
glimmer, like a bubble
caught in sunlight.

We, no, not we, not us, 
raise our hands 
to touch, catch it.

The bubble breaks.