We are cotton
blowing in the winds of time
atoms with empty centers
spinning through space
lending electrons
to those we touch.
We buzz through energy
throwing sparks.
We think
we think
but only when we feel
the balance of our changeability
can we control
our reach
our clumsy
whirling hands
our scissoring feet
our tensile connection
to all we are not
until we are
edges permeable
energy credited
motivation our imagination
life a light of consciousness
in a flickering world.
System within
a system
we echo an understanding
that only all together
can hear.
All that is
shadows all that is not
matter
dark matter
holding pressure on the wound
pumping existence
to our universal body
blowing air into our collective lungs
so we can sing
so light can dance to our music.
Our frequencies play
so quantum reality
can flash from time to time
space to space
erupting into our moments
as we drift
cottonseeds shipping our futures
dizzy or purposeful
into the next second
we are.
Today we listened.
The sun held us calm.
The river let us be
realizing it is not yet time
to reclaim
what we have taken.
Today we learn
how to live in place
strengthen our culture
to protect our city.
Today our centers
shake our hands still.
We
touch
through focus
on this place
our bodies
the bosque
our home
third planet from the sun
warming
with light of a brightening dawn.
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