close eyes

close eyes
close.
on the cusp
a laugh laughed out
with its arms widely soaring

we are about a land
and a sea inside one throat

we are home
and the soot on our feet intrepid,
come from curious brushes

where the nearest scratches of the sleep
are splayed
we have come muttering signs

that,
here we rest our strings
here we bow
and here we hold
hallelujah