On the long road
between then and now
highways of violence,
intersections of grace,
messages from the world
of the broken, hopeless
to go on, while the earth
sings beneath a night sky
electric with memory.
We belong to every body,
every soul
bearing the weight
of fractured desire.
We all limp together
though we fight
and shout our anger,
as if we were strangers,
as if we didn’t know.
The antidote awaits
in the deep folds
of an ancient blanket
ready to warm us
through the frozen winter,
ready to remind,
even terrify us
with the knowledge
of who we might be.