An incomplete poem...

perhaps to be titled...

If We Try

This is about you
who can do this
stand here
singing out

the pain
from you
to me
and batting it about

until
coming back
in new form
related

but not
what it was
at the start

This is about you
doing this
singing out
the vision

of where you ought to be
good days or bad
living a frontline
sort of life

This is about you
hungering for justice
and true loving
and the occasional ecstatic moment

This is about you
who can do this,
this thing coming next
though you have never

been one to trust
We have batted that about
too
and we know

now
this is about you
who has learned
to trust your deep desire