Last night, while the enlightened
in the bubble
struggled with their facial expressions
I managed my despair.
In a place where I’m free
my hands are tied.
Be the woman my Father raised!
Unbending
when they can’t countenance strength
in anyone but themselves.
Find my place here
while they lose their own.
I am sympathetic, but
we lived so long there.
Can’t you pay the rent for awhile?
I believe!
in my Mother’s strength of will
That spirit which is at the heart
of the hard work that built
Everything.
Are you threatened by the dream?
I never have been.
We are in a field
at the end of autumn
but I can still see an unpaved road,
over there.
I love how the tall grass looks
just before the haying, but
I’m walking toward that road.
I wish you’d come with me.
We could pay the rent together
on a bigger place.
