The big orange sun is eternally
burning dry river beds
into the soft ground of your heart.
This is the necessary infrastructure
for remembering we belong
to one another.
These are the channels we must follow
to quench our thirst for connection.
These are the roads we must drive
to meet the full tide of our sorrow
for what we have done
in the mind of separation.
Only then will we understand
what we are capable of.
Only then will we know
that there is no difference between
us and them
then and now.
This is
always a time
like that…