Et in Arcadia ego

Et in Arcadia ego

once the sky pulled the child taught against its blue breast and squeezed,

running over the field of lavender and green

scent and shadow falling like steps beneath her

and all she could think, in that moment caught tossing,

was there, if I let go of the kite, i shall lose the islands and the water in the distance,

i am fit for this.

as the world races to break itself open,

let us not forget, for each of us, there is a place, where we, carried in the lap of a hammock, swinging quietly past the shadows and dream that there is a place here: between the boat dock and the winches and the green teeth of islands in the distance that beckons us home....beckons us,

home.

life-filled and swinging into the day and into the night