Am I your daughter? Or your wheelbarrow crate
Running along a dusty road, in the middle of a Georgia Summer.
If I am your wheelbarrow, are my wheels
Made of metal or some octagonal spike of iron.
If I am made of Iron, is my voice still strong enough
To blow through your unfamiliar town.
If the the town is unfamiliar, would you still give
An invitation or hold a general election.
If you hold an election, will I be voted out of your love,
Like you’ve run out of hair grease.
If you run out of hair grease
Will the car still travel past the sound barrier?
Can we please remove these barriers
Or will I need a passport into your realm
Are you choking on the words not yet spoken
Or have you swallowed a glass of water.
If there is water, have you managed to your heart
Of its drought.
If there’s a drought, will you go swimming
In the lake of forgetfulness
If you go swimming, will you catch the wave
And drift out beyond your own cantankerous nature.
Does nature frighten you, or were you born to admire
Does the thought of losing that power frighten you
Like a child in the dark.
Can you repair the roof of this house?
The one left dangling by it’s shingled contusion
Do you have enough band aids to piece
These shingles together or will this house fall apart.
If this house falls apart, will you stand with me
Under the big hole in above our heads.
If we look above our heads,
Will we see the future interloping our exonerated hearts?
If our hearts are exonerated, then can I leave mines with you
Long enough to trust that you are who you say you are.
If you are who you say you are,
Then do I have the permission to be who I am
If who I am is not what you desire, then will I be free
To walk away.
If I walk away will you still have the courage to fight for me
Or will you let me go.
All of these questions.
All of these thoughts
There are no simple explanations to life
Just meandering pathways
Guiding us down highways
Fraught with peril
Teaching us to hope through the insanity
And continue to find peace
Even in the midst of last night’s storm.