I wanted to bring this back to front — seems time to unclench fists and instead, plunge hands into the muck
Make a wish
to hold the weight of
nothing
a hope with measure, what cruelty to hope
and feeble defense against the unknown
Make a plea, have a belief
sufficient for begging
there’s probably need for a deity
or another higher power–
someone with money, with ideas
for someone on their knees
Take to the streets
March, Sing, Speak
be convicted
claim the fire of righteous indignation
burn, raise your voice
burn, pose for pictures
burn, go home, on the buses
Pull out the cash
Give more than you planned
without name or condition to
question your motives
Fund someone younger
with more time, who can afford
to work in nonprofits
someone who still
believes in prophets
then,
get serious
Think, think til it’s dreaming
til the impossible surrenders its name
and takes yours
Learn awe
Know no word can free will from want,
or drag a dream into being,
Be terrified
unclench your fists and
plunge your hands in the muck
Stop with the wishing, marching
no more singing or speeches
learn to work
expect to bleed
leave muddy footprints again, and again
meet excuses with must
each no with oh yes
know not always where you’re going,
but that you will go
make it so