the story so far

if I could write the sunshine
so bright the blind could see
if I could write a dinner
you'd eat with rabid glee;

if I could write a dance step
that'd get your feet to tap
whose hurried lines
would be sublime
and end in choral claps;

if I could write the chains
that bind the Wolf in time
if I could write the ease,
unwind a knotted mind:

I hope my words outlive me
even so remote
as six degrees
remembering
some words that gave them hope.