Despite the danger, I open my heart.
No matter our foibles, I love us together.
This moment in time, this gathering of souls will never repeat.
Long ago, Earth cried lonely, and God sent a fleet
Of shiftless, soulful human beings.
We venerate the pioneers of old,
Human herds wilding west against the wind.
We celebrate the missionaries,
Gaunt-soled, sinking south like candlewax,
What of us?
Each day we rise and ride
Our mechanical horses thus;
Each night we roll up
Our plans, lay our head on partial defeat.
We don’t carry lead; we carry
lived and unlived histories.