Marking time in the pauses,
Between communal breath;
She looks to me,
In turn,
Overrun by her most prodigious.

In this,
The great heading,
Healing,
Herding;
I want to call it out and shout about,
The end of this day’s businessmen.

May your forever children rest there,
Amidst this disconnection remade,
Learning to love again,
The hover fly magic,
The Ash bend,
The birch leaving,
The Ivy shine.

Making love in the desert,
With yet to be remembered friends;
Feeling as insignificant as all this vaulted,
Vaunted,
Velveted,
One ever-changling universe;
I look toward your savior and whisper:
Keep this peace in,
Or lose us forever,
Just as her sparrow-hawk eyes,
Turn on me and cry;
That to be lost is to be unbound.