Dear John, I love you
for proposing our hearts hear
the quiet, the roar.
The loon’s skidding feet
across glassy still tables
for to glacier meet.
The death then new life
when lightning then lumber clashed
you championed this.
Be still would this land
and her creatures take her hand
in fellowship one.
Healing can’t come
Bit by bit, in scraps
As you think it ought
In this place at least
Healing won’t flow
Warm and unnoticed
And make the heart red again
In places it’d paled
Healing will rather
Be absent and stealth
Then with lightning speed
Jolt you back into place
I’ll only accept
Slow-motion snow
I’ll solely respond
If offered the Sun
The moon and the stars
Cannot steal my gaze
My feet wait firm here
For lightning’s call
Oh, to capture
The electric dance
The head rush
The note in the air
The blood’s heat
The half-moment before dawn
The sound wave
The breath’s vapor
The holy hello
The grace of gratitude
The one who does
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