Alice Walker

After many years
and much silliness on both our parts
I invite you back to this sacred place
we used to inhabit:
to rest, to sleep, to dream;
to heal
our brokenness.

I know you’ve missed it.

The rosa morada trees
whose blossoms consoled us
and the moon lit maguey
that made us wonder
were taken out by last month’s hurricane.

I witness the bare spaces with your eyes. And wait,
humbled, for your murmurs of acceptance
and letting go.

We are adrift now. Every boat has left the shore.

Everything in Nature is warning us
to hurry up
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