We may not deserve it
but we were given sight and blood
and soft organs that we know to protect
We may not grasp it
but we were given faith and song
and the urge to dance because we tremble
We could not measure it
but we were given miles for our feet
and a horizon orienting us headlong
So on this night of
hemlocks alive with cicada
moons engulfed in hot orange
hands seeking each other
and bite marks
and hip bones
breath
stubble
and time escaping in astronomical units
Who are we to ask its meaning
with the very words we could
never fully know?
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC
We may not deserve it
but we were given sight and blood
and soft organs that we know to protect
We may not grasp it
but we were given faith and song
and the urge to dance because we tremble
We could not measure it
but we were given miles for our feet
and a horizon orienting us headlong
So on this night of
hemlocks alive with cicada
moons engulfed in hot orange
hands seeking each other
and bite marks
and hip bones
breath
stubble
and time escaping in astronomical units
Who are we to ask its meaning
with the very words we could
never fully know?