I am

I am fragile--
fleeting beauty.
Warmth and flushing transcience,
I am.
Stretching
Pumping
Hoping
Knowing--that there is no
what is
supposed to be,
But only--
what is.
And in this moment,
this
pulsing here
this
rush of now
this ever-fatal state of
bliss--
I am.

I know it is not generally accepted as okay to explain the meanings of your poems...but anyway, here's what this one is about. Simply, it is trying to capture in a few lines what no person has ever been able to capture in any tangible way, that which some fail to even truly take notice of, and that is being alive. It is celebrating life, while also noting life's stark fragility.