Is this it? Is it here?
I dress my body
And move my blood.
I stand on my bones
And brace my heart.
I reach into the ground
And suck out the black
Juice of the past.
I reach into the sky
And suck out the breath
From the mouth of the future.
I know what everybody knows.
I do what everybody does.
I find I am waiting
For something to rip open
The whole world at once.
I feel something wanting
To dawn. I am afraid, and yet
In these days right now,
These days in between
The opening and the dawning,
I remember that nothing
Has ever been true
But this, all along, only this.
I watch my hands
And hold my faith.
I see a shape
In the chaos and I know
That shape is our home.
Is this it? Are we here?