Parading

don’t make new declarations

Lay your shadow on the sundials

Even the smallest insects are singing, vibrating their entire bodies,

some bats rock back and forth

We shake with joy, we shake with grief.

as we came to understand

then I recall / your face like a cartoon treasure chest

I am not trying to change the world,

the particulate matter of hatred is spreading itself across everything

waving at the clouds: are you measurable,