We all gather around the light
calling in the spirits
calling in the ancestors
calling in our hearts—
hoping that they hear our sincerity
wrapped up in our prayers
tangled with our hopes
riding along the edges of our dreams.
We all gather around the light
hoping that we’ll be saved
from the recoil imposed by our humble hearts
so pure yet so mysterious.
We all gather around
each other
holding a candle and a stick of sage
holding steadfastly onto each other
so that when we howl at the moon we can feel the vibration of our voices
piercing
through our bones
through the blood within our hearts
shaking up and resettling everything in a constellation we’ve yet to see.