Our Chance Our Way
I remember being very young, I attended
a winter funeral, shivered in borrowed
clothes. Turbulent, ripple voyage. Puzzles
multiply, ultra curious. Now an inky blotch.
I light gold candles. Doom and cruelty are
cancer. I labor pulling weeds, adore while
I wander. Amplify that sun. Departure and
arrival, neither feel permanent. Up the
universe holds unknown. Forerunners
sleep and remind where we came from,
where we float. Gorgeous outnumbers
void. Sprinkle comfort, home like our
song. Hold, hug, lift, swim. Torture is a
visitor who invades uninvited. We’re
living, loving, noncompliant.