Stringy Bark

I don’t know about the end of the rainbow

Or if a number means you’re the most important

I don’t know about the size of space

Or if love is more visible or more invisible

I don’t know how long is my piece of string

Or if looking is really seeing deep enough

I know about love

I know about wanting

I know about feeling

I don’t know how deep it can go

I know one body can fit a lot in with every year

And in between the spaces of words on a page

Or a dance, or a ball as it hangs in the air

Is there Hope?

I’m going for knowing there is

Over

Nothingness.

I don’t know who is god

Or why the best don’t always

Get chosen

Or why the worst

Sometimes do

I’m no Captain

Or Dead Poet

Ode to the ode

I don’t know about standing on desks

And making a rawcus feast

Where the Wild Things go

I know about sadness

And smiling and about

Feeling too shy to speak

I know about being forgotten

I know about being remembered

I know about both.  

I know about people who made spaces

In between themselves for peace 

I know about people whose gift was a longer

Piece of yarn

I know about when a big girl

Said

“Speak up

You don’t have to be quiet so very much”

I know one moment can change a life

I don’t know what makes a moment exactly

or how many we have left

But under the stringybark tree

I’m sending you the string of living

More and loving deeper still.