upside down, toes in the breeze,
watching the traffic, exhaust if you please
children play, children say
see how they’re only small
versions of you and me


walking slow, taking inventory
what’s on my mind
what’s on my heart
nothing to be afraid of.
counting the blessings
counting the stories
on our backs, beneath cathedral trees

never run away
just stay here and listen to the language of all
of all of the unspoken
across the world, similar dreams
similar confusion and similar songs

we’re all survivors,
we’re all survivors
we’re all survivors of one thing or another…