The Survivor Song


We survive to tell what we knew

then and before then, what we know

now and will know soon. We rejoice

from the front rows of moving. It

is all we have and all we are going

to have.


Celebrations are necessities when

the world  revolves in an unstable

orbit for so much. We sing or try to

sing the joys of our abilities

to praise the universe for creating

space and gravity. We survive,

we sing.


Come spring, come winter, not a 

matter of weather or season. We survive

the spill of lightening's bolts from

multiple sources. We get up. We defy

the dust of mortality. We live

That is all I know.







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