I wept for all the loss tonight.
And all those hearts,
Thirsty, to make sense of it all.
It started to rain then, cool drops
Falling, on warm desert sand.
One seemingly dark cloud,
Hugging, my mud brick shelter.
I beheld the sun’s descent
Surrendering, to the mouth
Of mountains, like paintings.
A bird with grey wings,
Perched on a juniper;
In her company,
We witnessed an ascent of angels.
I will be intimate tonight,
With both loss and light.
Yesterday I felt a grief down in my bones. A feeling, like something is missing. Something that can’t be reached through a screen. Even beauty or God, for that matter. That feeling; it’s more of a salve than a prescription. It’s a connection. My skin resting in a hug. Hand holding hand. It’s checking vitals. Not with a cold device between your heart and mine. Rather vitals as, “what is vital to you dear human?”
It is warm sand again, between my toes. Sharing a gin in a small back room where all mouths are poets’ mouths. It is the company of a healer not just my own healing company. The company of little ones, old ones and even homeless ones. There was this one man in silver rings, wearing black, always. Summer and winter under the scaffolding on Howard Street, our eyes would meet. We would bow our heads in honor. I wonder how he’s doing presently…as he is God too. Also beauty.
That feeling; that salve I so viscerally want to taste. It is Humanness. The sweet and sacred collective. The community. The planet, yours and theirs. May we be brought home soon dear ones, minus the masks we once(and always) wore.
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