When two words change
the space, you want
to send something that
might feel all the other.
A dash of wait, a handful
of five years ago.
I sent last year December,
few Decembers. This year
a round of yes. You.
Here’s a list, a cross,
a lecture of sorts.
I couldn’t stop myself,
and I heard them. Choosing
an active noun like strive,
right here and now.
Sometimes the hard jarring,
the gentle overwhelm
I don’t see.
Give me the grace as
we keep moving.