Gather around and hold hands
or don’t. I won’t care, really
but I hope you read the invitation
and that you are naked and altered.
This is where I discovered things
and I hope you make discoveries
after the pile of me has blown
into rootstalks and mud cracks.
This music was my solace
although you may not enjoy it
that is why you hold hands
but, you are encouraged to dance.
When the last of me has flown
please tell stories, not of me
but of yourselves and of fortune
so often wished for and overlooked.
