Listen, Friends

Listen!

We live like barnacles clinging to rocks

Swept night and day by tides of love.

Let's not waste time asking if war is ever good.

With each flood curiousity, desire, ecstatic action.

With each ebb suspicion, dread, armored solitude.

What stands between us and what we want?

What could we want except to live as love,

Fluid and in motion, unafraid, and eternal?

Listen, friends,

This drunkenness needs no wine.

When did we last kiss as if it were our last kiss?