Come closer.
This fire will all too soon
be ash.
I would tell you the story the moth knows
for making peace with the night.
The story tears have for making medicine
out of grief.
The story for eliciting the purr
in the belly of the tiger.
If you listen to your blood
you can hear the story of the sea
pulled by the moon
in the open sky
pouring the water of rivers
into your heart.
You can hear the aria
of the wind that the birds
know by heart
singing the story of your body
a hundred generations
in the making.
Come closer:
This is the story that will be yours
long after I have left this place.
