Allow

The voice is soft,

whispering:

‘if you want to be

happy, gaze up to skies

where seahorses float
and abide, go to the park
near a lake where your mother
loved gathering, sit on top 

of a picnic table next
to your friend with short hair,

or look out the living

room window away

from this i-phone

and thrill as one crow

soars suddenly towards

you through free open air.

I promise you dear friends,

breathe elemental earth,

be taken by her creatures,

allow wonder and tenderness
time to find home in your body,

and your unending thirst,
I vow, shall be slaked.’