here {a poem}

wind blows hard and
I move with it like
a willow

the tender tendrils of
my body sweep across
the cold ground

what keeps me here and
what anchors my heart are
these roots of mine

I grow deep into the
earth all dark and
together with you

and you and you and
we hold hands in the
dark deep earth

you is a plural word and
my heartwood hums with
warmth like the sun

we are not done
growing together in
long slow time

in this golden life it’s
only bearable to be
here when you are also here

a song that tastes like hope:

straight to the galaxy, faster than sanity
left behind a land forsaken

black holes and meteors riding on shooting stars
fearless like our dreams

we shoot down a satellite, wings of a butterfly
constellations recreating

fighting for liberty, raising the energy
bursting at the seams

freedom looking down a telescope
starlight never been so beautiful
whole world waiting for us, time to go
escaping gravity

we’ll be rising high above the rain
sunset never gonna be the same
thunder calling us to outer space
escaping gravity