When the answers don’t come

When the answers don’t come

But mornings still arrive

We are left with guesses

Or rational derive

So many hearts breaking

Questions waiting for why

Asking circumference 

And accepting its pi

The stars are not clinging

The stars are not clinging

And I cannot take root

They spin in the darkness

As I slip on my boot

At the end of rainbows 

There’s not a pot of gold

Ponce de Leon’s search

Is a myth we’ve been told

At the height of their bloom

At the height of their bloom

We only reminisce

Not a returning moon

Or garnered precipice 

Moments turned marker a

Post on passing prairie

Tangible timelessness 

Living statuary

Cause of death: traffic light

Cause of death: traffic light

At the intersection

Of no humanity

And police protection 

George Floyd and now Nichols

Crying for their mothers

One beaten to death and

The other one smothers

Such the extravagance

Such the extravagance 

Not bauble or trinket

The fullest Hope chest for

Which no storm can sink it

In many yesterdays

And here beside me now

Talking of tomorrows

And all our days to plow

An annihilation

An annihilation

A massacre of me

No duct tape but silence

From the earliest be

Falling from graces to

Land on a beach blanket

Absorbing the sunshine

And singing Life’s banquet 

In a bright blue knit cap

In a bright blue knit cap

With your eyes looking down

Limping up the street as

Drivers drive into town

Perhaps an appointment 

Or visiting a friend 

Has you out in winter

With sidewalks to contend