Born from the Wind

Born from the wind,
we moved through air
like grass

Our hair clicked
against our earlobes,
bare breasts brushed
against t-shirts,
naked feet pounded
the earth like bombs-
but instead of leaving ruin,
we left words,
music,
flowers

We raised our arms
to the sky
to pull the clouds
a little closer,
to make the earth
a little softer

We flew on
each other’s backs
from New York
to LA
and back to New York

We handed out flyers,
even if no one wanted them
held signs until
our arms melted from the pain,
shouted milky protests
from broken throats,
asked passersby
Can you dig it?

Well, what exactly are you digging?
a straight once asked me
and I told him-

We are digging
for knowledge,
for self-acceptance,
for a world
that doesn’t know
the meaning of a bomb
but the meaning of a smile

People need to
get with the words,
hear some lingo,
talk
to each other

Loaded on language,
loaded on drugs
we kept on haulin’

Kept on haulin’
‘til the clouds
floated back to the sky,
‘til the drugs wore off,
‘til the edges of the flyers
folded and browned,
and all that was left
of the groove
was the tug of the wind
in our bones