You Do What You Can


You catch a stroke of luck,

Then the match it breaks,

Shivering by a firepit cold,

Waiting for dawn to take.


You lose another heartsong,

Sent back down in despair,

But then a songbird warbles,

And up fly dozen in the air.


When things are in or so far out,

Whether wings or worries now,

Whether sunup or so sundown,

We do what we can to carry on.


You’re flying high on wind,

Whimsical and worry-free,

When suddenly lightning,

Strikes a world under feet.


You’re dying to dig up out,

Trying all everything now,

When finally a font spout,

Looses you from the bow.

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