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—for Byron and Jennifer, for the gift of They Were Here—

“Every morning is a rebirth

if you’ve brought the proper eyes

and an awake heart-mind

to the gift of sunrise.”

—doña Río —

On the morning of your birth

the animal of your body

had a yearning.

It flexed its tendons

and caused your eyes to open briefly.

Even in those first fierce moments

some part of you

was already wise to the world;

it wanted to throw off the harsh, unnatural light,

to join in with the wild and unconstrained.

Buried deep

behind your tightly-bound cage of ribs,

that ancient yearning to be received by the untamed

is still pulsing within you

despite all of your other disappointments.

The keeper of the old library of souls knows

until your need

for galloping through the terrain

of your wild-belonging is met

all manner of trouble

and destruction can occur.

The conversation can be put off for a while

but at some point

if you are to remain alive to yourself

you’ll have to swing yourself up

onto the windhorse of your original yearning

and join back up with the part of you

that already began the journey without you.

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To the tune of “Heart’s Core” / Fever Dreams II / Steve Roach, Byron Metcalf, Jennifer Grais