Still vocalizing, moving, our beings stay alive,
If we were to suffer or find pause,
Together we would not grow. Then, I should die.
Ode to our arms,
And open hands to call forward
If it’s been years, months, weeks,
What do you say, after so long?
So, begin, bring warmth
Like the first trickle of spring waters from the mountain,
We swam, watched, nourished, & grew
By it’s side, and seasonally it will freeze
And still be back.
So bodies hold, it’s natural to know.
I’m thankful for voice,
Our speech, diction, shared mannerisms
Carrying across the boarders, down coast, over streets
Even with the aid of electronic pigeons,
Still, I’m thankful
Because then, you’re almost near
We’ve said goodbye
But the very cement around us gained permanence
Of a forest, our promise grows,
Its words, that assures them of what to be.
Anticipation, want, delight
For just moonlight or raven wings
Swaying, swooping, falling
Upon my vision and past my hand
Still, in two senses I’m reminded
You are breathing, my lungs are swelling
Here, as if pulses still doubled
Wrapped in this ink & silver cloak.
Will never unravel, this thing time cannot kill.
I’ll sing praises,
Go everywhere to my altar,
All systems function, during this ode to “still”
For it’s now, I hold
Till you return.