Benediction
Candlelight wavers in the silent brush of the ceiling fan
Night air sinks into currents of cool water brought up
From the little creek, the smell of river paired with even
More oxygen lifts and falls on a fleeting breeze, fresh and sweet
Whatever music and magic there is to be had in
The universe is happening right here inside my home
At my table, it happens in moments like these, in every
Pocket of the world tonight– right here, right now, breath easy
Horǎ
In dream, the night is thick
with cricket symphony
the grass stalks golden,
long and chilled in the
meadow, above the sentinel
oak the stars prick blackness
like reverse needle-work
intricate dance, flowing and fire,
thousands of light-years away
yet seemingly so near
The tent is simple and
the lashings have been tested
in a storm that whipped through
an hour ago, howling
at the white flaps of canvas,
smattering rain onto the party
but the air now returns to dark stillness.
Lanterns, re-lit, quiver
and sway in simple
atmospheric breaths
I hug my sister close,
smile at a friend across
the way, eyes connecting
and story-telling for just
an instant and then
I am physically
swept away, time suspends
its relentless snick, and
in that instant we spiral
as one
Limbs outstretched, grasping
and firm as we reach
for one another, smiles,
countenances as wide and
open and awed as galactic
arms around and around
We swirl in an ancient pattern
of love, mirrored in the heavens
templated by earth
and actioned by humans
Under the open-sky,
beneath the tent, midst
the lanterns, our heat
rising in healing, and
celebration, and joy,
an eschewance of hatred,
a ceremony of
transcendence and light
through the ages
Peach
Oh. My. God. Let the sweet
nectar drip over your lips
and down your chin
Why contain this
experience, the velvet
skin, the wet flesh
The fruit of summer
realized, the sweetness
and pleasure, stunning
“We have to beware of the extent to which liberal individualism has actually been an assault on community… when the genuine staff of life is our interdependency, is our capacity to feel both with and for ourselves and other people.” –bell hooks
Interdependency
Oldest: “Mom, mom! You’ve got to come look at this moon!”
Youngest: “Mom, let’s dance to this song right here in the kitchen.”
Oldest: “i love you” “u r srsly weird”
Youngest: “don’t die”
Oldest: “goom, can you send me five gold dubloons for wendy’s?”
Youngest: “Hey, do you know where my hazmat suit is”
Refined + Rugged 