I remember my mother’s. Sister’s husband’s brother. Working in the goldmine full-time. Filling in for sunshine. Filing into tight lines. Of ordinary beehives. The door screams I hate you. Hate you hanging around my blue jeans. Why is there no breeze. No currency of leaves. No current through the water wire. No feelings I can see. I trust no emotion. I believe in locomotion. But I've turned to rust as we've discussed. Though I must have let you down. too many times. In the dirt and the dust. I have no idea how this happens. All of my maps have been overthrown. Happenstance has changed my plans. So many times my heart has been outgrown. Now everybody’s feeling all alone. Can’t tell you who I am. When everybody’s feeling all alone. Can’t tell you who I am. I am looking forward. Toward the shadows tracing bones. Our faces stitched and sewing. Our houses hemmed into homes. Trying to be thankful. Our stories fit into phones. And our voices lift so easily. A gift given accidentally. When we’re not sure. We’re not alone