[time is not on our side but it is up to us to be on times side]
pulsing.
pulsing with the quickened
heartbeat of disappointment
failure on the first day
but i dont have to look at it
that way.
how rare to succeed on the first try
so instead of asking why
im going to ask when:
when will i be ready to re-
begin.
the answer is now: now or
never. act out, dont just think
of things that are
clever.
face the brewing storm the inner
weather.
reach up to the sun to catch the eagle's
feather.
bury it inside, wrapped in a clod of dirt
blood and mud, parents of rebirth
bursting from my eyes, back to the skies
where she belongs
the eagle now carries my hurt
and when she flies
and fishes
and dies
we'll be making compromise.
branches and roots become one, the same
reaching out to muffle the cries