The world is carved up,
divided:
language,
religion,
ideologies,
the battering rams
of right and left,
the politics of who
the fuck is correct.

I stand not in these spaces,
but outside the death rattle
of self-interest in a place
where I meet you face to
face in the courtyard of
curiosity about who you
are, and on the surface of this
molten planet that we share.

Spinning, spinning, around
and around in the universe,
nothing divided,
nothing final,
just here and now
with me.

 

12/8/2024