when the words in my head made no sense
and every axiom turned on it's head
I was crying
when the ears you listened with were tender
and when at last spoke your wisdom
my tears had ebbed
but we made a plan and we went to the party
and when we came back we worked liked clockwork
and we were on fire
simple things together to straighten our world
like pitch and stack and recycle
we were on fire
we did what we had to do because we knew
that we could get through it together
then we laughed
a day began with confusion, ended in satisfaction