What if each poem forgot it's ending?
You see the ledge but cannot stop?
What if I forgot to ask the questions?
Accidentally tearing the sky asunder?
What if there is not enough time to feel everything?
What if I am half and half and half again?
What if I can never understand the data that makes up clouds and waves and people?
"You are enough. You are enough"
What if I cannot understand the patterns?
The dancers?
The ancestors?
n = "don't forget me"
WE = (you, me, all)
Do we need these kings and leaders and businessmen?
Do we eat their stories?
Each a horrible dish only ruined more by boredom.
These men - "Hey, she's got that tattoo. The one they mark on real twisted people."
Or can you feel the heft of circle?
I tell you truth now
"Please Mr Questions. It is time to stop blaming us for questions when your answers run rancid."
Then the Grandmothers intervene
"We found the spaces of exquisite delights -
We will supp here on abundance-
We will hold each other up
We will swell our voices
There will be no shame."
Will all the questions then be answered?
Can I take a different path tomorrow?
To repeat not a crime?
We will connect and learn each story
We will see the struggles and laugh and cry - no joke - intertwined with sunshine.
We trade - we make - we open
Now you know the ending - go and make it real.
Voices winding through your person
"You are enough"
"Eating and breathing - you are a treasure wrapped up in beauty so deep it goes right to the bones."
"So beloved - that mountains cannot hold your treasures."
"Watch your hands - for they are us - we all walk together"
"Don't fear your becomings - they are all made of stars"
Not much - said no one ever!
We are all of us now transforming
Making spaces for the parts of us we fear.
Examining our tapestries of questions,
Ourselves now enough
just made of circles
the perfect pattern
now etched in whom we now become.
Hibernation 2021 - Pehiw
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