Is any of it really mine, by right?
- to warm my bones in the sunlight,
- to feel at home in the veil of night,
- to wonder alone at the hindsight,
there’s no healing from this bite, this time;
Is there any answer to the call?
- to look beyond the surface of it all,
- to ready the strong for the cannonball,
- to steady the path past the pitfall
there’s no walking after this fall, embrace it.