To L.S.H, K.M, D.L, A.S, A.F
Those who walk us through the motions
of coming alive again,
Teach us to breathe
in ways and places we never dreamt of,
open horizons, develop muscle,
tissue, blood, carrying more oxygen
we had until then carried
with constant heedful reminders
they bring us back to here, now
the body as it is and feels
have us contact the immediacy of our life
the beauty of one’s Vessel
carrier of the Soul,
Soul they were text messaging
the whole time, with their fingers
deft, like Morse, where less
is more.