Monday, September 15, 2025

The wish in your eyes,
the word on your tongue
leaps to be seen and change me.

The fire in your gut,
the hope in your heart
burns and billows and beseeches.

We reach for the right way
and find the road washed out.
We heave for a quiet place
and only hear from our doubt.
We grieve and we breathe
and we step forward on swords,
stab the ground with each step
toward our wars with ourselves.