We may have been young and stupid

We tried things this life

We survived to tell or hold our tongue
I only wanted good teeth
It was the kind of day that kissed

my adrenals, I was in love but didn’t

know, I forget his essential nature
Looking at altars I swim the undersea 
Our art, how we breathe it

becomes our moment of forgiveness
Everything essential dies or disappears

Fear takes us out of our body
I waited forever to sing
They wrote a song with ordinary

words about an ordinary man

I could not stand to listen
The whole world cries each day

Let the bells ring
Julene Tripp Weaver is our Poet in Residence for March.