Joana-Jette-Samir

I wish to know how the bees learned to distill the sunlight I wish to know how to regulate your breathing to accommodate deep sleep I wish to know how to navigate your caprices I wish I could tap into that ancient lullaby that all mothers are supposed to know I wish to arrive in the knowledge that there is not a flaw in your character that is an indication of my failure to warrant even a drop of honey from your heart.

Speaking with a gentleness that is her inheritance and holding a kind of court she sets down near us the slow burn of her message drifts down out of the air and settles on us heavily a bleak horizon may await but robs her of nothing as she thinks on her loved ones She is in possession of her self and resilient in her comportment She is the fire around which we sit.

My pie-eyed child self is drifting off to sleep dreaming I am near you touching your head and face while losing myself to the drowsy night. Free me from my heaviness and kiss me goodbye not as a lover but upon my forehead only pronounce it to rhyme with "horrid" like the girl that was very very good and when she was bad....well...you know. Find a piece of sky that we can sit under and hold my hand as my body lets go of me and then you let go of me too.

I love you like the trees that climb mountains slowly deliberately steadfastly over generations gaining ground always ever improving our foothold together the wind improves my love for you in the swells of grasses and flowers and in the shadows cast by clouds my love floats on over land over water over a dusty world and a spring green day under an amber moon and through a heady mist of consciousness behind my sleepy eyes and inside my trembling brain my love lives as long as I live and who knows how long after? The love I sense coming down from the side of such mountains is like the sun that filters through those stubborn trees warmth reaches with effort there where shines all the light that cannot be seen.