speak

delicious moments on a cold planet
seasons wrap around earth
and your voice trembles
in your voice is a tremor
like earth quivers
this planet is a mother
the salt of her oceans are purifying
and our dust bone bodies
are tangled up in temporary chaos

until the worship manifesto of your tongue
stops me in my tracks
and I wonder
if I stacked up all the previous days
of isolation and desperation and tossed them out the window?
what would we be left with?
stillness or intensity?
channels open up to swallow you
what kind of world will follow you?


speak from a place infinite
speak from loving kindness
and that is how I will recognize you