Because we must

Sometimes it’s messier than a spreadsheet

Longer than a soundbite

More difficult to swallow than a can of gummy worms


Sometimes it’s uglier than a picture

Darker than a shadow

Deeper than the deepest V-neck 

and far hairier


Sometimes it’s nothing but awkward

With words that don't work

and time to kill


Sometimes situations are hard to reckon

And us humans

with our chicken-scratch halos

and tattered suitcases

and confusing dreams

and confined realities

plow ahead into the fresh breath of the unknown

with affirmations written on the backs of old tax returns

because we must