Everywhere is falling
Everywhere
The center will not hold
It’s all raining down
Burning embers
Freezing rain
Gentle snowy mist.
Stand here I must
Stand here I will
To be battered, molded
Melted
Running like a
River … a stream
A trickle …a trickle of what..
Of sweat..
Of gold..
Of drek..
How long …
How many times …
What does it take
For me to be formed
For me to inform my breath
– jml (8/1998)