upsi continues her repetitions walks of nomadic peace
upsi watches as paths widen bodies arrive willing a new way
dancing a new distance to be together-strong-peace
upsi accepts nature’s offered hand accepts self her participation
holds space for healing harm reduction practiced for and from body
learning from necessity how to be alone
learning how to make peace at home
The air is a cold knife on my skin. It does not cut, though I wish it did. So I might see the scene of warm blood steaming in a January night.
I offered the beggar an apple from my bag. He insisted that I take one for myself first. It is for luck he told me. I read these words now, his urging words, and I know, it is for survival.