After so much time investigating war
It feels good to investigate peace

To find the holy hollows in my body
That all my instincts, impulses, and intuitions traverse

I wonder if there’s clouds there
In those sacred spaces
Not just within me but within everything

I wonder if my mind ever death dives through
Like the great eastern hawk
Snatching up a kind thought
Or a sobering moment

Doesn’t music taste better in the morning
When the head is all etch-a-sketched
Newly brave reborn that’s the best really

We’re reborn each time we blink
Each time we breathe
Every time we crawl naked out of the warmth of the covers
Or out of a lover’s arms

I’m sick of handshakes
It’s great to share that we’re not carrying weapons into a conversation
But show me your gardens
Tell me about the wilderness you’re once again welcoming
Into the aftermath of shrapnel pain

Those dark days where we couldn’t see the cord that runs between us all
So we took our scissors to the sky
The sighing sky which is always sighing

Show me the swelling caves of your imagination
Read me what your elders wrote upon the walls
Write it upon me
I’m thirty-five and my skin remains largely unnamed

Maybe the misstep was in standing
Leaving the ground that always pulls us closer
I think maybe I get it now—why so many kneel to the earth
Turned towards the eternal witness sun

If we breathe together now
Time will slow down

If we breathe together
We’ll be reborn together

Hush me beautiful mother
Turn my cries into dreams

Let me fall boneless
Into your cradling arms

Every moment you offer us the nectar of your body
Your body which we were all of us born from