How brave were we // spring 2019

 

One night, a well of insomnia

not unhappily

Counting your breaths

Our children snivelsnort javelinas,

me glad at your side.

 

my fingers pressed on the Braille of a cheaply done stucco wall.

 

Amidst the slatted half dark,

I startle from half sleep, amazed…

How brave were we

Placing ourselves in the winds

All those places that did not know us.

 

That was another then.

This now is late and also early

I count my breaths

the shapes of my people

count, breath. count, breath.