the wind
and the cessation of the wind
is enough, beloved.

the world alive will not always shout.
be attentive. subtle.

there is a fire in the desert.
warm air on your face at night
eyes alight
stillness between us.

and there a multitude,
beautiful unsure lifelong friend
babbling into a quiet valley.

and there,
cold sky
clear stars,
I take your hand anyway.

and there,
another old multitude,
who heartleaps above
the low plain that listens.

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11/11/23 - Joshua Tree, CA