a draft is a draft, whether wind or in writing

A mantra, before reading your poem, and after a reading of the world...
(a freewrite on the flight of tonights)

If there is a moment for clarity,
let it be now.
Let it be not at the highest high,
but now,

as the wind clears vision
as the dawn picks a new day.
Regardless of the news
of the dawn.

Let it roll through you like your belly were the sky,
thunder upon you like your vision gave it light.
If there were to be peace,
if that were in our blood,
let it shine now,
otherwise we debate endlessly
whether your knowledge
or my power
exists higher;
whether our faith
or their misconstrued constructions
were built as a manger.

Let it be now,
that I can speak these words to a brother
who calls me by name
by dna,
but as a debt collector
or a bounty hunter.

Let it be now,
that I can forgive my vision,
call to a companion
to trust in the movement of glass
the movement of the levees
the movement of our bodies
our celestial selves

now
that we can forge this trust
without knowing one as another
and without the need to know more

and aside from words
and thoughtful people's knowhow
and the status quo.

Let us be not students,
but the lesson to be learned.