social breeze

..

it carries in the wisdom of these trees,
the hum-hum-hummer of these birds,
a hint of song. we’ve held it, quiet

in our aching hands
our un-hugging hands
our un-holding hands
our idle hands
our hungry hands,

but as all other things it has slipped
away, erased itself in this new strange sky.

and so,
we breathe it in.
to thirsty lungs. to skin.
we mumble it to our hearts
in too-many moments
left alone. we roar it up
to drown out fears,
to fill our ears
with something other
than news
and blues
and too-confused
ponderings of future hows.

for now,
we inhale and hold
our truths:
this sun, arising once again.
these hands, shaping something new.
this heart, beating
bridging the distance.

..

in april, we poem. sometimes late. 

 

 

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