What I meant when I said good morning
is that you are capable of holding a universe of joy safe in your hands
even worn, even bleeding. I know it.
I’ve seen you
lift your head off the pillow
wet with tears
seen you bandage bruises
comb the unruly hair of a child
remembering
not to let unruly strands of hate stay tangled in your own head- even when you have every reason -even when hate would feel more like justice  

What I meant when I said good morning
is that I’ve heard you sing
seen the power in your back to stand up straight
don’t you remember?
you showed me what healing is
lifted me
last time I fell  

What I meant when I said good morning
is that we are these tiny imperfect electrical seconds
dancing across a wild universe
to music we get to write ourselves
and despite his many attempts over millennia
no man
no man
can stop the sun from walking her course across the sky