Just this once
we shall write for joy

We hear the world
in three colors

We see your pain
in seven white sails
on a far horizon

We know you cannot
make it alone

And we are
one man
one child
found deep in the thickets
of rain forest green dapple mystery

And we are
so far from home

Watching the sky for a sign

Finding coins beneath leaves

Setting the record straight

Letting rain infuse us
as the changing landscape
confuses us.

And your ship is close
so very close
to shore

So we write for joy

A worn child’s toy
lies on the dusty ground
wrapped in chuckles and
a thousand different dreams

A wrens blue eggshell
empty on the bracken nest
leaving promise and a sad farewell.

A day shorter than we thought
but stretching beyond tomorrow

And we can hear you
jumping ship before she
slams into rocks and sinks

Safe within the dripping fronds
of our ferns
we peer out at you
and wish you safe journey

We write for joy
on reams of plain paper
we scratch moments
and indigo impressions
knowing full well
tomorrow
the page is empty still

You have almost made it
alive
and we are shedding tears
on rich loam
still singing
and bringing joy to silence