We became so afraid of connection,
weighed down instead of lifted by the timid blending of secret parts of ourselves.
When did we decide the way forward was always alone?
Those who just arrived still know how we’re entwined,
endless soft sprouts gathering each other in nursery bundles,
unafraid of the fragrance of entanglement,
ready to squeeze and hold and cry together.
I would wear grooves into myself laying against you,
with the heavy world pressing in,
if you would allow it.
If we can reach out for each other
I know blossoms will erupt in our shared silence.
