Type: Poem

“When the dark comes, let it. In its own way, it offers us balm.”

“I am thirsty to return to the peace of our peoplehood…”

“What things do you have planned? Do you march with torches? Do you scream out for our death?”

“reaching toward me, / as alive and animated / as my own unimaginable heart–”

“Can we be mirrors of each others’ light?”

“the shared livestream of celebrated death, / night and day of shattered glass.”

“I wish I could make enough soup to nourish the broken, injured, hurting, praying, people of the world.”

“I have lived enough to know there / are probably embers glowing…”

“A thousand funerals in / one day    a shortage of diggers / an excess of graves.”

“I will breathe through tears. / I will swallow pride. / I will bite my tongue. I will offer love…”