When activists share
Our hope and disappointments,
our telling that others may hear,
a passing on that connects,
a yeast that gives rise,
a percolating of our ground up beans,
this stuff of living that floats our becoming.
How our perfumed fumes imbed themselves
in our still evolving dreams,
our constant impatience,
our nevertheless persistence,
our trust in this flow from creeks
to rivers to oceans of meaning.
August 19, 2016