There’s finally a new newsletter going out. As long as it’s been since I wrote a newsletter, though, I think it’s even longer since I wrote a poem. April is a change month, I guess.

Outgrowth

Endlessly, endlessly,
routing our hearts through our heads in concert,
rhythms both natural and constructed.
There’s the pounding and hammering
that drives nails through
our best intentions every day,
And only every day
rising up like weeds of flesh
and insisting
there is so very much to do.

The ghost speech, whispers of wind in streams repeating.