by by: Juniper Klatt

Our clothes rustle with our

breath with the wind in the

leaves with the air heavy

with the promise of rain

as we gather here together

And what do we seek

in this place?

As our hearts meld with

the silence like old

friends, as our hands clasp and

unclasp, our bodies sighing

in the weariness

of the week's existence

Do we seek solace here?

Rest? Recovery?

A place without the

noise and urgency crowding

out all possibility of

spontaneous thought

or even just a true

exhale?

How do we breathe among

friends? Does our collective

intake of air offer some

relief to the loneliness

of nights spent wondering

and crowds of disconnected

people?

What does showing up

with our bodies sitting in

blue chairs with the

smoky sky above

give us in this

moment?

The only one we have

any say in, the one we're

living in now

the one where we can

wiggle our toes or

our fingertips or

the worn-out dreams deep

within dusty closets in

our minds

Is this a time to let go?

A time to rest?

A time to move?

Our swirling thoughts and

earthy spirits mix and mingle

across the circle while

we wait and

listen together

What will happen

when we gather?