Rise
Outline
The stems, seed heads, and flowers of a reedbed rise towards the teal dark sky.
Time
Dark and After Day
Place
A Waterlogged Floodplain
Duration
Every clear and moonless night.
Essence
Community
Atmosphere
A Gathering of Kind
. . .
I have no eyes, no ears, no tongue, no nose to guide my day or night. My sense of touch is not your touch, but touch I have, I touch this now. This darkness thin and new, through heavy air and fall of dew that drips upon my single limb, and with each cell that forms I touch the sky and rise with countless kin. I stand as brother, sister, all, skin to skin as one we breathe with love grow ever tall.
