we tie bright ribbons to our hearts
so hope can find a way.

We scatter folded cranes of peace
each crease hard won.

We are not heedless of the tremors of the world,
not unafraid.
not free of anger

But we are a thousand, thousand hosts;
compassion on the lintel

The neighbour
may go freely through our doors.

Whatever happens
Light has touched the frost-tipped fields today.

We are at home.