you are a war-ravaged country -
the blood-shed, a sea you only understand.
I stand firm at the shore, carrying nothing but myself: the shape of my body, the scent of my light in my hair – I’ve only myself to give.
(the beast of thunder in the heart to steady the nausea of reality)
I am not afraid of the aftermath that is as bright as stinging bees.
I only see gardens. The haze of the sun creating future summers.
I only see you.
fragile and strong,
an unfolding bird of everything
you’ve lived and feel now,
a mass of storms stirred, and a gentle flower in the center uncurling the tempest with its simplicity – and I reach, and throw myself in the tumult.
For you’ll recognize me, I know.
I am already here.