After the consequence; steady hums in quiet forests exist~simply sung,
they transform the “what is” into past tense vocabulary,
undoing, shattering~ exclusive for bondage,
the mouth retains saliva,
bodies are sore and distracted,
almost extraterrestrial in stature~undefined.
What is seen by the human eye is desolation,
yet, small portions of the self~adoration,
beg for healing, beg for release,
at the junction.
Holy Moses prays at the precipice of the burning bush,
whispers in the woods reveal ancient secrets;
underground tunnels of connectivity nourish each other,
from parent to sibling; stranger creatures in need are us,
our penchant for belonging is a heavy burden,
we push away the very thing that gives us hope.
Torrential downpours wash away dirt on streets; perhaps sin as well,
houses and people, nature is not excluded neither,
yet, in our revolution,
where our hearts need mending; cleansing, replenishment,
we remain tethered, bound by chains, irreplaceable,
peace is irreplaceable.
Perhaps, our hearts may find and keep,
Anna Rozwadowska 2019