Each day emerges from the last
and potentials rise to kiss the sky.
In this place between
starshine and clay
we gather.
Flesh.
Beautiful Flesh.
The stuff of stars
and matter,
Today mattering
slowly but patiently
emerging into
beautiful possibilities.
And only time will tell of
and speak to
the way our possibilities
will merge with one another’s.
So.
Hurting we emerge
hopeful we emerge
Knowing that in this place,
our sacred flesh isn’t just tolerated,
but welcomed,
nourished,
sought for.
Robert Monson