How I Go – Yellow Card
We greet the world with bright hope.
Sighs of satisfaction escape when
our blistered hands eat the first
The nakedness of life is lovely:
a single lamp and a can of soup
split four ways. Plasma screens
replaced by animated, laughing faces.
The simplicity of breathing, bleeding
is fresh. The world is wringing us
while we’re thick cloths. We will
thin to rags, but for the moment
we gather to join hands and
storm the world, eclipsing its
despair. We shut our eyes, hold
our breaths and pray it lasts.