Becoming us

Becoming us

In sunlit valleys
Of joy,camaraderie
We search,my sisters, I
For identity
For community

Questions scatter
On the breeze, that sighs
As we search for the we
Amidst the you, I

Purple , gray, our end looms
Mountain to the sky
Someday , we will all journey there
Crawling or chasing the butterflies

Then , through our linked hands
Understanding tingles
It is not about the end
Or the beginning
But the now, in belonging
In giving
In growing from the I
In becoming
Us

--shubha