This Is the Honey

There is no room on this planet for anything short of a supernatural occurrence

We accumulate here today to delight in the defiance of a quiet tongue

Consistently, we incline forward into the illumination of our most brilliant plans

& value the sun

Acclaim our hands and throats

every chant, a celebration of a group dreaming fiercely

In spite of the soil

underneath our feet

or on the other hand the breeze

pushing against

our most noteworthy endeavors

Soil makes things

Workmanship births change

This is the honey

& doesn't it pose a flavor like a commitment?

Where your heart is an accordion

& Our giggling is a soundtrack

Companion, dance to this great melody —

look how it holds our names!

Each bone of our tissue homes sings welcome

O take a gander at the Divine beings moving

as the downpour rules against a steely horizon

Where grandparents sit on the patio and gesture at the display

in amazement of the flawlessness of their grandkids' appearances

Every little revelation uncovered in its own overflow

Tomorrow our girls will venture to the far corners of the planet with every sonnet

& Our children will plan urban areas against the settings of living historical centers

Indeed! Our kids will turn chalk until every situation blasts a familial tree

Established in marvelous conceivable outcomes

& alive...