When I had finally had enough 

of my own endless, 

uncreative complaints, 

I made my promise to do better.

I turned around. 

I journeyed backward 

for millions of miles 

and millions of years

into the end 

of miles and years  

to retrieve these words 

for you: 

You must be the one 

to do or undo 

whatever it takes 

to remember and activate 

your own 

furiously prolific heart, 

and your innate allegiance 

to every creature living 

and dying here with you. 

Our whole world is aching

to be intimate with you 

again! 

Kiss me, 

sweet one,

when you make it 

home.