Every day seems an apocalypse
clouds plant their borders in beds,
these immense struggles go by
In the harvest, the friend is a forest,
the friend who walks into the snow
measures beauty yawning in mud
Gathers our indecisions into words,
into seeds, reimagining the drought
of tongues, scattering in floods of fear
Here is apotheosis--we can lie down and
not die, we can let ourselves be carried
away by love, becoming transformed by it.
"what didn’t you do to bury me/ but you forgot that I was a seed" Dinos Christianopoulos
“They tried to bury us, they didn’t know we were seeds.” Protest slogan in support of the Ayotzinapa 43 /Families Belong Together.