tender collector
art & ecology
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tender collector
art & ecology
magpoost@gmail.com
Prayer for Omi Agi
In January, I saw your mountain. The weather needle was still on top, though Uncle Jo pointed in the
wrong direction, at first.
Michael and Papa are eating in the kitchen, the salad pooled in dressing, and
through the window, I can see – the snow still has not fallen on your body.
In the space held in our bodies, the breath that will become air,
we knit ourselves together. Sight is a small word,
but from your gate, I pray you saw us, huddled, becoming,
a love more fabric.
Your laughter, some indigestible acorn of momentum, the pads of your fingers/a body
so determined. There is no language that will hold
but to take the shovel, and to say again: Thank you.