Do you have a re-wild
a do wild
a place to scream
Is the quiet inside rippling so thick that there is no sound
Did you drink or look outside
envying a bird
Paging through news scrambled words that equal fear and death
So with paper over your face and rubber hands
we can’t order the cake now
we’ve got to stay inside
Drifting days are unknown
in this time of rose incense
and empty museums
I hope when we hug again our souls will leap
with the stolen joy we’ve been holding safe
deep inside
along with the prayers
to the whole universe
that we would return to each other
just
like
this
a re-wild
so grateful to breathe in this world
with you
to see you
to feel you
we all understand this
and we owe it to all of the friends
who’ve died alone
