Can We, Together?

Will you hold me when I ache,

when the day that changed the world

nears its sweet dusky end?

I thought I could do it alone,

stand here in the face of

these bald transmutations,

chest thrust out

like the immutable warrior

I would like it to be,

and hold my gaze,

and reach with ease

to the song inside me

that echoes the great one harmony.

Mistaking myself for one of us, I feel

I would like to be a tree for birds,

water, sun and rain for trees,

I would like to be the mountain

that appears to need nothing at all

as though it arose from

its own history

we can neither approach nor grasp.

The parts that are broken inside

aim for the top of the mountain

(and I’ll never make it this way)

instead of circling around it,

maybe barefoot, maybe on my knees,

where there are those who are

always ready to take me

as one of their own.

Before I forget again, I ask,

Will you guide my hand into yours?

Can we ache and burn

and laugh and dance together?

 

– TS