first/last

returning into the dirt of you

baby clean

gasping for the right to

close our eyes, see

ultimate air-spun courageous

crooked piano key truth-telling

and once returned

we return again and again

knowing God would never touch our handprints on the wall

pleased and altogether struck dumb by our own wild

soon our violence will become

our overheard thunderclap fear will become

our lonely aching hearts will become

become love when the rest are gone

and it is just you and I again