September 26, 2018

Round, Round World

Splattered and blown up into bodies,

we walk together

flames

inside different dandelions

being blown by one child.

in the round, round world.

 

Life is a room with a prayer of unity on each doorpost.

Kissing it on our way into each new place.

Into a land of Om, peace signs, crosses, who knows, a Magen David, or a dragon’s mouth.

 

What is branded on the souls of your feet?

How do you walk

knees bent,

Bowing

in the round,

round world?