In the universe there moves a Wild One whose gestures alter earth’s axis toward love.
The tangled things will always be here, in this moment I am living through, right now, whatever comes after.
A message of compassion and support for activists and the marginalized.
I wonder ...
These are friends. They are loves. They stretch our hearts and fill them with their abundance of kindness.
Being free is not a license, but / A promise.
Hope is a singular thing, firm when it's found - a hand reached out. A word to the marrow.
(adapted from the original) ...
Hope is fine-grained,/ like lavender gone to seed. Gossamer, a moth’s wings. There’s no weight / called hope.
(Ahmedabad, India, 2001) ...