Hope

we might yet show them all;

those who doubt true belief

who break when they land,

those who don't hold hands,

who don't climb trees.

we might yet stand on a corner embracing 

like two teenagers.

like lovers outside of time

stones shaped by the waterfall

or the wind in your hair

like better weather.

we might yet pick up the flame

move it further than anyone believed

and the sound that makes sounds like a voice

but manifests as a beam of light

we haven't failed, the sound says

we've only nearly started.

#internalsummer

the sky today
above chicago [hands reaching up]
breaks beauty in half &
tears down everything
but the truth;

[deeply azure &
self-assured,
the grand vista of 
dominance & judgement;]

reaching down to us the clouds
caress the tops of 
our steel-&-stone
[hands reaching up] as a 
proud but patronizing parent;

our children are less than children,
[hands reaching up]
when the sky stretches farther
than your poor, wide eyes
can see all at once;

our needs are so small,
your love is so small,
& each of us thinks everything
is happening to them
[hands reaching up];

who is doing this to you?
[hands reaching up] voices,
reaching up,
all of us [as well as I]
blame the sky.