In a land where jade trees grow chest high,
we capture light –
still shots of neighborhoods
with views that refract privilege and entitlement.
We too want to believe that there is enough hope here for all.
More than 365 days have passed between and through us.
My heart has accepted this new anniversary –
an embodiment of time is a gift.
My head processes endless loops –
fantasies where we are more than simply practicing survival.
We’ve been here before which makes this feel familiar.
It has reinforced a critical distance,
an emersion from too many lost days.
These full-hearted attempts of supporting each other’s happiness
are evidence of an existence of forward momentum.