which makes me hope
you are hoping for me
before the tide runs away
back to the horizon.
how do we make it?
honesty and dedication,
music and more kisses
than the sun has ever seen
in any scene on the ugly Earth.
maybe.
should I be waking up
and fighting for us
or just waiting?
either way, I am broken,
but I am here.
my eyes are ringing,
but my knees are strong,
so I will stand for both of us
on a pulpit and preach
bison poems written in Switzerland.
I believe in simple grace.
should I be waking up
and fighting for us
or just waiting?
either way, I am broken,
but I am here.
my eyes are ringing,
but my knees are strong,
so I will stand for both of us
on a pulpit and preach
bison poems written in Switzerland.
I believe in simple grace.
who will check my back
for witch hairs
and other folk evils?
we are all made up
of many things cut from other offerings,
pulled from other strings,
and, like this poem,
we can form one idea to change something great.