If we are star stuff, 
if we are the building blocks of old gods and 
chocolate chip muffins, and
automated spam call bots and 
running water and breakups and glitter and

rubber and glue and

shaded glens and that moment when 
you crest a hill and there are birds flying and for a moment 
you feel like you’ve finally remembered 
        to     fly,
then …

or maybe … Do You remember, once, when our son said,
“Everything is everywhere.”?

or another!

Do You remember how you implored him,
“You have to think of other people!” and in his newly-minted voice he said, “Other people?”

I keep shouting so the echoes bounce off me, so
(hopefully) I can
come back to You

“I am here. I 
am here. I am