Make Contact

When you can’t make contact
with your beloveds
Make contact
with your instruments
With your rivers
With your years

Make contact
With your voice calling out
beyond the four walls
Echoing back from
Wild Mirrors

When you can’t make contact
with your people
Make contact
with your shadows
your hidden parts
your fears

Make contact
With the rhythm of your heart
With the rhythm of the earth
With the rhythm of your prayers
And the unruly, holy streams
of your tears

Make contact.