There’s Lightness Here

There’s lightness here.
Between the cracks in the wall,
under the floorboards that creek with the weight of our unknowing.

It’s in the words we choose when we share what matters,
or in the countless ways there are to listen.

There’s lightness here.
Just beyond the rage and the shame,
if only to guide us in pixelated hues toward new and next.

Smile and it’s there.
Or shrug your shoulders with a joy of not having the answer.
Lightness in the beats beats and breaths between us. Again.

So be with me now.
For on the other side of all of this, is that. Of these are those.
On the other side of “them”, is all of us.

Let it in, the light.
Through the cracks and the boards and the darkness it shines most boldly against. Open and offer.
Bask and bathe.

This is revolution, not blindness.
It’s choice and character.
Unabashedly true in the fabric of things.

And it’s what we have now.

Come with me, won’t you?
We have work to do.