Intentions turn the wipers on
A shimmering of anxiety
Touches my dancing soul
Chaos found me pretty
Willing to upend a life spent shivering in anxiety
But you thick and barnacled, wise and rusted
Found I needed a chain to shake about
Like a tambourine round the old camper
Found me beautiful in any state
Found me light as a feather
As a spark from the lighter
As the first day you lifted me far above your head asking
Tell me all you see and once you fly higher
Shout it down
I’ll make it out as best I can
Until I learn the language of your tongue
