We are afraid, and we burn with joy
We sit in the dark, fingers flying over the keys
We etch a lightness out of the weight
The redbuds mock us gorgeously. The deer amble past
Humans hungry for a human touch
Days fall into heaps, weeks are too old to count clearly
Ask the questions! It’s now or never
What keeps you alive? What threads the hours from sleep to sleep?
How does it feel to be suspended?
Holding the world’s breath, how do you really feel today?
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