I write them all down, all their stories
as if waiting for the wise words of a sage,
to hear the first utterings of the reverent
as if transmitted by G-d or some other holy source.
Collecting wind, collecting breath, drops of rain, rays of sun,
every memory, every moment, all the hurt and joy in their bodies.
We are both in and leaving our bodies.
Holding space and stillness,
learning to see without glasses,
How messages are conveyed.
In smaller knowing, in larger knowing.
In essence and in guess,
as if listening for secrets in wind,
the breath of my friends.
–Carly Sachs is the author of two books of poetry the steam sequence and the why and later and teaches English at Kent State University