Wire

Captured a belief

Forgot what it was

Upon waking let it go

Reached for the lamp, got up, turned on the radio

I walk along and hold

A wire or a string

These are tenuous days

I run rampant with grumblings and I scrounge for praise

The body never pauses

And I forget I'm breathing

Summer slopes down

And I'm peering toward the evening

Sea level rise

It's an ordinary morning

Fires on the horizon

What's the use in the news if it's no longer surprising?

These days I'm a candle in the wind

So could you be two hands around me?

Memories compound into heaps

And my dreams turn ugly while my conscience sleeps

Drudging through the quiet

Throwing sound up the wall

There's no one here and besides

I've no patience left at all

True essence, distillation

Between the cavities and cobwebs

Beside the river streams and thickets

Under the roaring of the late summer crickets

You've got a funny way of staring

Into the openness we see

You look for concrete constellations

And you make astute observations

There's a glow on the rise

Yet I drift by feelings without thought

As days come and days die

I try not to forget what we have got