Almost. Almost lifted the head right off of the sky…almost lifted my hands, my whole heart, my half-remembered dream soul back into the world. Almost the word rung out like the sharp tack at the end of a sentence. Almost the slicing head of the circumcised world wandered wearily off its waist.
It seems we made it. Breezed through the apocalypse and now stand on the other side. And we will fight, and breathe, and work and fly. We will fly. New day, new year, new cycle. Full souls, fully alive, deeply grateful.