Day 227: The Things We Could Do

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all the things that i could do
don’t need a filter to be done through.

i can lift with my hands.
i can dig my sole, deep in the sands.
i can look without flinching.
i can hold without cinching.

i can breathe out, too.
with word and song
and truths to rue,
with hope and possibility –
how fierce:
this ardency inside of me

if i would dare
to do on my own…
(there is no life lived
that’s been lived out on loan)

 

and isn’t it so with you?

can’t you feel the you
that you could do?

doesn’t it rage
like a laugh that needs letting?

doesn’t it ache
and refuse its forgetting?

 

o, that we’d see the strength
that we’re given
o, that we’d feel
our migrating rhythm

 

what could we do?

what could we do?

 

o, my love,
do you feel it too?

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