can we come out from hiding?
can we hoist our socks
and meet this outrageous new dawn
with a modicum of unbreakable mettle?
I'm not a betting man
and even I say to hell with it
kick it in the teeth
show it who's boss
(even if it is maybe
the Cosmos will respect the chutzpah)
let all this chaos and transformation
be more 'beginning of the new'
rather than 'ending of the old'
let all this cosmic shifting
uncover wisdoms we thought
were forever lost
(he said with fingers crossed)
let the bones and the angels sing together
let the widow and widower rejoin their mates
somewhere the world can't find and hurt them again
let all manner of being find its peace
in the maelstrom we call consciousness
let all we hate and all we love
find common ground in the infinity between
the ticks of our clocks or the beats of our hearts
let nothing be lost but that which has served its purpose
(and even then is it truly lost?)
I'm ready to move
good to go
road-tested and with plenty
of reason to be confident in anything
that comes be it triumph or wipeout
let us all make to be on our way
let it be what it is
let it be enough...
Content (c) 2011 Philip Milito.