Stars grow up and out of the earth
suppressed by cement,
only to fall back again.
Turned to mush under my feet with the force of Demeter's grief.
And despite this--
despite those things that threaten daily
to knock our hearts sideways and leave us
rooted and spinning out, out, out on the wet dark ground--
we are living.
we are Living.
It rains, and it rains, and it rains
and the air opens up like a hand
and we pull on the sound on the sound on the sound
til it comes bursting out:
more life, we say. more life.
We find someone to hug,
to hold to,
to look deep in the eye
towards hope.
and a voice that is not lost,
that will not be silenced,
that will not stand for a ban on love.
That will live in impossible Joy.
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