our own Eden

We are making
our own Eden

Can’t you see it
breathing?

In the dirt
under our nails

in the leaves
sprouting from our gardens

in the words
buried in our notebooks

in our voices
whispering, chanting, singing

in the colors
splashed on walls, on canvas

We are making
our own Eden, our own
havens, our own Heaven,

here,
us,
together,

we are making it

There is nowhere else
to go and nowhere else
we are going.