Our Voices Returning
What is being remembered?
A different way I moved
We moved
Through the world.
Paddling through canyons
Our voices returning
Coming back to us.
Poems of grief
Turning to prayer.
Playing with light
Swimming naked in moonlight
Chanting till dawn.
The emergency of birth
The smell of my flesh burning.
Shivering alone in a room
Looking out from the mountain top
Laughing.
Biking across town
My grandmother’s porch
Sledding down hills
What we lost, being found.