if we are waves

inspired by hnin

come beloved, let us see the fences that separate us

from each other’s humanity and our own, that convince us we need

protection from touch.

you are a river that forms from rain,

boundless. what if clashing is not so painful if we are waves?

what if the fires we start

start small and safe, then grow as we dance our bodies closer,

merge our souls in the sky as we were meant to be

together

shoulder to shoulder, holding each other to hold on to a future

with enough space to carry both our love

and our pain.    

water is what lovers give to quench the fire’s thirst

living inside these bodies thrown into the midst of wars
we never asked for,

nor were prepared to fight.

and what else is there to fight for if not to love more?

maybe these swords, these borders, these systems that make us

less human by making us scarce, make us make each other scarce

are not meant for our liberation.

for what else is a sword but a tool

for destruction?

beloved river,
sweet sweet wave,

come let me show you how water knows
no boundaries,

she just flows.