I am permeable.
Your thoughts, your words, you
Pass easily through me
Or would do so normally
But there is a snag, a
Rusted dull orange of a
Barbed wire fence threaded
Through a tree
That stops this
And we have grown
And we will grow
As the tiny umbrella plant became
The tropical masterpiece, beloved
Beneath the blue

Should charcoal clouds gather, we
Must not join the masses
But embrace the storm
And embrace each other
We'll be alright, I know it
Anything less than wonder is impossible
And we refuse to shop at the GAP

I say what I mean, and I mean what I say

Nothing will change
Because everything about us
Is perfect.