1 march

both an up and a down and at any time
that's the trick it seems to seem steady
weeding through the grass and the flowers and powering dandelions with the sun and rain kept in pockets
we lock our talk and keep our thistles to our sides
wait until affection is clear until risks are swept until fools have spoken first - what rehearsal?
this is the only once
skiing upward and flying through dreams i have awake
taking prisoner the disregard and trashing it through recycled anthems: cancel all the credits
even the keels and steel the girders
we are wobbling as we call out for mourners
we are our own best audiences, preponderances of meanings meeting our toes
we throw ourselves to mercy and look around for reactions
the traction we seek
the meek eyes and soft knees
padded on the inside with reinforced moans
may i cry another tone
may my voice speak clearly
may i answer my own call
may i move without waiting, holding my breath for another's nod or shake
let me take this picture and frame it with new presence every day
the changes we are seeking in other places we must find in ourselves
ordering from the menu when there's nothing we desire
filling our plates with space colored to look like possibility
opportunity knows itself and we look in only mirrors
let me see the beyond the within the openness of yes