[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