Yesterday we opened ourselves up to Sanctuary. We cleaned out the dirty apartment in the center of our breast scrubbed the bathroom floor in the area of our knees lit candles, planted flowers hung up the “Welcome” sign where our downturned mouths used to be. And they came on the run fleeing for succor and relief pilgrims and escape artists, rich and poor friends and enemies, those we didn’t know and those we know too well. . . . Our bodies filled up with the cargo of all our living. Minds overflowed with rice and potatoes. Drying laundry, sorting silverware, dust cloths and children’s games flowed through our blood. We have to search harder oh Mother Planet we have to find ourselves again and again. We have to open ourselves wide unhinge the rusty jaws for Sanctuary.