There we were, lit up
by so many
tiny white lights
in the black of night,

and I thought

some kinds of love
should be shown off
on walls
like the ones
around us,

so
everyone could see
the beauty of
selflessness,

so
everyone could see
what sanctuary
looks like.

I think of art as
colors and lines,
bodies moving through
space, the long note of
a violin in my ear,

but also
(also! Don’t forget!)

the overflowing container
of a heart

that loves
and is loved,

that finds
poetry in the being
and the shadows
and the simple idea
of
hope for
something better,

or feels
gratitude for
the answered prayer.

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