O ne for ‘her’ please
I muttered to her
O ne for ‘Hercules’ ?
She asked
No ‘her’
I said
her cules
her clues
for so long
lucky that i
can step back from
it
that i can
catch myself
when i start
to fall into
the trap of
believing once
again that my
time is running
out
as if i had
ever possessed
time to begin
with
i am not a worker
nor a consumer
nor a machine
nor what anyone
or anything external
or conditional
says i am
and neither are you
our value is
not determined by
what we produce
life is not a
business
on a spread
sheet
life is not
what so-called
auThorities
and officials say it
is
in bold all
caps
life does not
fit into
neat little
boxes
& life is
inseparable
from
death
the two are
dance part
ners
the known flows
into the
unknown
the light is
in love with
the darkness
take my hand
and walk with
me into
their
tenderarms
