For Our Godparents

we will be young when we are old
we will be dancing, dancing
the song still playing,
caught in the wind

we will be wild once
and once again
a riot of color and limbs
words and ideas
kindness and claim

we will be broken open
our shells abandoned to time
our small hermit selves
wholly reliant upon
a gentle welcome
in this world

we will be laughing
weaving technicolor fantasies
drawing them in closer
and closer
to hear the song
and the story
and to sit by our sides
and grow warm and hopeful