It’s been awhile since I found you in my dreams
since I heard you in my ear
yet here we are
stories carry waves that shadow time
a clothespin digging into my side
tingling skin and brushing breeze
the geography of ghosts
soft skin of give
the geometry of fit
scratchy timelines
woven lifelines
staggered breath of now
know a different way to go
Was it enough?
What is enough?
shifts to equinox.
let’s hold the light together.
let’s just hold each other and shine.
Where do you show up? For whom will you be brave? When is it okay to lean in and when is the time to let go?
Careful. Brave.
Stay. Go.
what if we tell our wing + nest story in dappled layers so our feet become fishes and morning glory tendrils furiously bind our legs together faster than we want to move.
what if our baby birds get to play on the beaches all day, many all days and the sand that stuck to our legs scatters our laughter with wishes of stay.
what if the burning blueberries and calling cranes and flashy beetles
and sparkly tears and almost hagstones
are a conspiracy union to knit our lives together in such ways
that wide spans of water and time and quiet
are just blips of moon shadow sighs,
just lightning flashes in a constellation of together.
I love you Em.
what if the whole world is but a grain of sand.
what if all we have is now.
what if the only thing worth leaving behind is love.
love and stardust.
all the shapes + little helper hands. There is so much I could say about body autonomy right now with this hack of a Supreme Court running bullshit and smaller courts around the country going backwards on trans rights. So much to hold right now and there are days to feel the full weight of this moment in history. But for now, it’s water colors and quiet talks.
