(Emily Saliers)
Clearing Webs From The Hovel
A Blistered Hand On The Handle Of A Shovel
I've Been Digging Too Deep, I Always Do.
I See My Fate On The Surface
I Look A Lot Like Narcissus
A Dark Aabyss Of An Emptiness
Standing On The Edge Of A Drowning Blue.
I Look Behind My Ears For The Green
Even My Sweat Smells Clean
Glare Off The White Hurts My Eyes.
Gotta Get Out Of Bed Get A Hammer And A Nail
Learn How To Use My Hands, Not Just My Head
I Think Myself Into Jail
Now I Know A Refuge Never Grows
From A Chin In A Hand In A Thoughtful Pose
Gotta Tend The Earth If You Want A Rose.
I Had A Lot Of Good Intentions
Sit Around For Fifty Years And Then Collect A Pension,
Started Seeing The Road To Hell And Just Where It Starts
But My Life Is More Than A Vision
The Sweetest Part Is Acting After Making A Decision
I Started Seeing The Whole As A Sum Of Its Parts
My Life Is Part Of The Global Life
I'd Found Myself Becoming More Immobile
When I'd Think A Little Girl In The World Can't Do Anything.
A Distant Nation My Community
A Street Person My Responsibility
If I Have A Care In The World I Have A Gift To Bring.