In ways we cannot know

Julia Forsman

This heart-open project to bare our soles is first a spiral-spider movement inwards

To that mysterious ambiguous saucy source of constant change

When we tap that treacley tree-core

We can challenge some of what has gone before

Provided that we remember to use singing tones too

For we wish to spread the wonderfully dangerous belief

That there is a peachy potency for change in every soul

We wish to support this sap’s flow into our connecting communities

Just as it flows in birdsong and bubbling laughter

And leafing through the many forms this tree may shape

The many performances this being we are birthing may inspire

We will cook a patchwork platter

We will warm up a new rhythm, a new dance in syllable and sound and colour

Branching from our theory-trunk into a forest feast of story

Our roots and twigs will tingle with the knowledge that the waves of breakdown desperation

Hold future fulfilment in their foamy crashing

And if we intuitively trust the ripple-vibrations of our vibrant sharing

Our works will wash their way into the world

In ways we cannot know.

Simric Yarrow