We are heavy flesh. Our bodies atrophy.
Daily swims forbidden. The numbers rise.
Tale thrust underwater, lungs crushed, weight and wait
Fog burns off by noon and I fumble with grief
Days float away, I miss our secret motion
May Day! After we marched, we gathered flowers
I am Mother Earth, you are my Green Man
My daisy chain crown still whispers, Dance
In the ruins, we return from the detritus
of lives in limbo, frozen fragments of time
We gain as much as we lose, churning land as sea
planting deep seeds for the inconceivable
We will wake soon, return to our games
on feet so tender, our hearts back from forced leave.