Sonnet 2 Poem by Indigo Hawkins

Humming hands collide as we huddle here,
trying to heal one another with songs.
Overpowering music hauls us near
to truth’s burgeon until no one belongs
outside this warbling passion, a boundless
acknowledgment of beauty which does not
allow embarrassment, or the groundless
disavowal of any native thought.
Dance is a way of speaking to the earth:
bare reverence, resonance in motion.
Through it, we remind ourselves of the worth
in all life: a devastating notion
when all things are beautiful and broken,
love and injustice alike, unspoken.