This house crumbles around me as I step
gingerly on rotten boards
tiny pieces of glass under my careful feet
I climb onto an old bench in front of
broken dusty windowpanes
Can you see me now? Good.
I saw all of you last night, through a window of tumbling internet mosaic panes
I saw your glass shards, your green hills, your cold rivers, your beautiful infinite skins
Yesterday when I was just an I
forgetful and alone
you spoke your truth
and I witnessed your reclaiming
sang your celebration
felt the soft contours of your strength
and intimately knew your Yes
In your courageous acts of defiance
you revealed yourselves, revealing me
And I remembered
the why of it all
the we of it all
the us that we are
And I felt a welling up
from within
and a deep longing
to join you again
Every day I walk on jagged pieces of my weathered stories
at times forgetful and alone
scanning the green horizon
asking the everblue sky
for remembering
And every time I look out through the window
at you
at me
something else
long forgotten
buried and discarded
crumbling and dirty
so precious
so needed
is whispering
its Yes
And so
because of this
because of you
for you and with you
I am on this bench today
so you can see me now
Naked, truly