When You Don’t Know The Why
or The Way of It
Listen
how the wind tail-ends
across the rivets
of the George Washington
how there is so much more of everything
underneath all of this
a child crosses her heart and hopes to try
and remember these things
that no one else can see
and pain will replace it
we know this
but there is a sweet spot
between then and now
hovering like god’s own
across the water
we are not so great, you and I
but we are sturdy
at times
do the right thing
mostly
by accident
time and place
rhythm and swarm
in spring
the earth pulses
with it
and winter will replace it
we know this
but for now there’s a wild blooming
things are born
and torn
the prayers you say in the morning
are always easier than the ones
you say at night
Horror Sleaze Trash 