The dream is large and Hard to hug. The work-a-days are long And seem to get longer.
Heading home from work spent On one of these days, I see these words— “Remember who you are”.
Remember who you are.
I, we, are: Poets Engineers Architects Scientists Mathematicians Entertainers,
Working the daily as:
Baristas Bartenders Forklift operators Custodians Truck drivers Grocery store clerks—all noble Honest posts, every one.
Daily I meander this mid-size burg In a cranky van as a courier, Acting as grease to lubricate Said burg’s school district cogs.
I wonder… I wonder how many work at these Worthy and square occupations and Either do not recognize or Ignore the fire burning deepest In their heart’s furnace.
I jaunt about remembering, Always observing, Always knowing the fire will Spit out the next poem.