Moondust And Memory Poem by Maya Hanson

If we didn't come here we wouldn't have melted
into such a beautiful mesh of forgotten explanations
and the feeling that we've known everyone in this room
for centuries.

Tangled moondust beckons from the corners
to pull us together in a mess of our own making.

In the dark this room is compacted to a quarter of its size
and pushes our hands together
We're connected even if we don't know all our own names.

We're perfect when we're crying and laughing
in the same minute,
a symphony of meetings and learning our own sound.

Moondust binds us to a haven we won't regret
Even if we don't conquer the world
we've already won.

And we can hear a medley of a hundred voices
flowing through memories barely made…
If you lose yourself, I will find you.