This is how we live;
on the edge
of forever.
With our arms
open wide,
embracing
the sky,
the future,
each other.
Crying out,
“This is all that I am!”
Then exploding into sunlight.
This is how we live;
on the bottom,
in the slime,
in the pits,
in the shit.
Where you lie
and you steal
and your word
is a stolen blade
and your friends
are all insane.
We open our eyes,
crying out;
“This is all that I am!”
and explode into sunlight.
This is how we live;
like the wind
on the roof
of the world.
Like the rain
in the long river,
winding our way
back home.
Like the trees
at the edge
of the desert,
facing the rising Sun,
limbs open wide,
embracing the world,
the light,
the future,
the struggle,
the violence
and silently proclaiming;
“This is all that I am!”
Words carried in the leaves
on the wind,
to the sky,
coming home;
then exploding into sunlight.
HG – 2018
