Where the river flows

Over the lands below

Carried along the banks

Along the land

Above the water the life that lives

In the mind of the lives

Lives

Dreams

Under the sheets of frozen ice

There is a warmth of hope

That glows

As the world ices over

Only the heart can melt

The icy river

Flickering snowfall

On the shores of Lake Michigan

Time and again

The powdered curtain

Of light

Dancing over the skies

As the world hides

It’s scars and cuts

From the industry that churns

In blossom of new metals

But the snow brings hope

To know

That we can all start over

In time

A new

In the middle of the night

When the water moves

Slowly over the glass shore

The moon embraces the dark

Sky

Above

With the slightest motion

Comes the confession of the moon

To the ears that listen

But could not hear

The moon sang it’s song

In the midnight clear

Through into the morning

Of history and thievery

Consistency

And heartbreak

The moon sang me to sleep

That night

With the sky and clouds gathered

Opaque

Would you leave

If you knew it would be

Your last

Would you hold hope

If there is nothing in the glass

In the time of wander

In the time of destruction

The echoes of unfinished goodbyes

Ring through the streets

To remind us

That life is finite

And complete

So take what you have

And make what you have

The best it can

Be

Water

Flows

From the ground

Lake of Michigan

To the shores of Chicago

And beyond

To the highest clouds

And the concrete walls

The language well below

Where the light never goes

There is a currency of life

That makes easy the way of

Forgotten creatures

Upon the base

Of Lake Michigan

What we hear

In our own ears

May not always fully capture

The rupture

Of the thunder that emits

Well beyond the clouds

For the feather that is laying

Light on the ground

Pushes back

When the wind blows

So does the thunder blow the

Air

Of quiet submission

To the waves

That make it

To the land

Below