it helps to think of it

 Though things may look different,

it helps to think of it like

You are stepping off of the porch onto the dewy grass

It is nighttime, the porch light has not turned on yet

And you are standing there with your arms just off your sides

And your fingers open ready to catch the world

Looking up at a bright moon between the trees

Breathing in and out quietly

And the ocean breathes in and out.

And your eyes flash knowingly,

As they always did,

And your face screws up into a smile,

As it always did.

And you turn your head, seeing Grammy,

And a whole life begins, the stars appear

the cedars rustle in a soft wind,

And you say, “Hey babe.”