How does abundance lead to hope?
The mathematics of the universe,
A favorite song,
Lived grooves,
Laugh lines,
Cutting our faces
Our worn canyons hold
Treasures and cool.
Shadows,
Spirits,
Sacred.
You are abundance
Even while some breaths still hurt.
We could trade pains
Or we could work together
And build a home
For everything we have walked through.
There we will trade stories and
Fill libraries of “lost” stories.
But we were always here.
Circles of those who did not fit.
Those who asked the questions because they needed answers.
Those whose bodies were policed as crimes.
We still see their dreams
We water their seeds
We rest under the trees they grew with hope.
Pehiw Hibernation 2021
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