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




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