Wheel

March 3, 2016 at 6:42 pm (Poems) (, , , )

Go! Grab my hand as round they spin our wheel
and clasp my elbow, squeeze until we know
what grit and raw humanity reveal.

Move desperate lips and look at me and shout
so we can hear above the grinding cogs
come, let the depth of our intention out.

There’s more to this than meets the eye: we fed
those queues to throw our pretty lives away
and now our day is spun with puny thread.

Don’t stand in line, capped, waiting to be real
this wheel will never cease, but we can find
what grit and raw humanity reveal.

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3 Comments

  1. nobodysreadingme said,

    A bit more bleak than you usually are, Julia, but moving nonetheless. I like it.

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