the air was sweet
as the sun cast an orange haze
over the evening

rhubarb wine, just a sip,
sits on my tongue, alongside pineapple
cheese & a mere wafer

i think about the small communions
in which we participate everyday
& all that i worship

i’ve begun to notice the roadside trees
& their intricate vines & leaves more
& inquire into the creates living within

i loathe the sweat on my back,
but i praise the heat & the grass
because they make me forget you

& i know that i can step outside
& be welcomed by every living thing
even if i am no longer welcome in your arms