when we hold    humble hands
    standing together
 
the world shakes
with gratitude
 
and the sky
 
 fills with a mercy
that echoes with birdsong
​
and the waves
wash over us
like refuge
​
from the boiling sun
as it marks its gaze
upon all that was once
frozen over:
​
the cage of time
sown by shadow
whose roots
we dare not forget—
​
and we are found        in places
        we could not     visit
                        before
 
            much less within
            whose arms
wonder . . .
​
where and how
we belong.
​