Across big waters
By way of the moon
You send me your outcry

I can hear you weeping
I can feel your sorrow

You wrap around me tightly
With heat from your sunrise
With the force of your sandstorms

He blows smoke from his cooking
Stones into my eyes and I see
Your ****** village
I see many things

He presses oils into my temples
My head pounds and within me lives
Always a solid rhythm, many centuries old

They watch from afar
They watch very close

here
in this room

Witnessing this, which now lives so deeply
So strongly, within us