drafts through the reeds

alone with my companion.

with my companion, alone.

i am alone. he is alone, and we are alone together.
the earth whispers to us a song in many languages. some only one of us hear.

but we hear a lot of them together.

the purple spiral fiddlehead fern flowers blossom, infused and doused, out of the murky warmcoolwarm surface of silk water.
within minutes we are native humans.
sitting, thinking, communicating silently.
gathering, assembling, waiting patiently.
discovering, praying, celebrating in unity.

bask in the ocean, for it will cleanse you.
let the birds come in, for they sing for you.
swim in the sun, for it will feed you.
dance in the trees, for they will tell you the truth.