The Work We Do

What we could have
been, what we should
have been, what we
never

rooted
in the black
dirt of our lives,
blossoms in my heart

the way I imagine
god resonates for others. Yet,
where would we be without
the dreaming community,

the drumbeat of stampeding
wishes, the stream course worn
to bedrock, where we flow, lifting
and carrying what once lay before us.