Hammer
and a Nail - Emily Sailers
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 face on the surface
I look a lot like narcissus
A dark abyss 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.