On such a day as this, this strangeness
finding us hiding, singing behind
closed-up windows, eyes clenched against
our own cold winds, our own dangers.
We hold out our plates
of earth, salt, and fear.
Hold out our hands in prayer
before trying again at sleep.
Remain in hugs of silence as long
as they know our names. Our arms and breath.
We can walk away from it all at any time.
As if dreamed. As if near awakened.
To never be complete.
-Larry Thacker
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