with salt and fresh renewal

at last the people face each other
in the open mouth of a child
greet each other gently
curious about the world to come

in the open mouth of a child
the people find not teeth but questions
curious about the world to come
they raise the high pitch of their voices

the people find not teeth but questions
they make not weapons but water
they raise the pitch of their own voices
to meet the hope they suddenly remember

they make not weapons but water
with their skin and with their eyes
they meet the sudden hope
with salt and fresh renewal

with their skin and with their eyes
the people greet each other gently
with salt and fresh renewal
at last the people face each other

(Part of my curriculum of homeschooling my inner child and balancing this social distance is returning to images of my first social event. My first official ceremony. The ceremony of godparents. A memory of being held. Some of these folks are far away, like my Mama across an ocean now. Some, like my Pop-pop, Aunt Mary -who is holding me here-and Aunt Andie-right next to my mom-are ancestors now.)

Are you homeschooling your inner child? Adapting through rebirth? Finding a ceremony here?