Take me to the sunshine

where you can hear the river’s echo

your future clings to

those eyes you saw the past upon

history as a drop splashes upward

suspended still

a star in itself

shining light down on us

from long ago

see the horizon through these one last time

forgive the violent world for what it’s shown them

bury them in the sand in a canyon far away

walk blindly for a while

as your ancestors did, as your parents did

to make you, and make them gently

seeds in desert soil

grow them and see the world anew

still ragged, but growing brighter, yes,

and brighter still,

yes!