Common Terzanelle

We tripped in, two by two and one by one
wond’ring, could these strangers walk with me
together on this journey we’d begun?

We looked around with narrow eyes to see
the woman at the mic, the child and dad
wond’ring, could these strangers walk with me?

That girl seemed full of joy; that man, so sad –
their stories all such mysteries at first –
the woman at the mic, the child and dad.

We came with hope. We also came with thirst,
and slowly found rich nourishment within
their stories, all such mysteries at first.

We looked around, eyes wide, and saw our kin.
We gazed across the Table at our friends,
and slowly found rich nourishment within.

Through common means we found our common ends.
We tripped in, two by two and one by one.
We gazed across the Table at our friends,
together on this journey we’d begun.

collective

it used to be
i had such faith
in the wisdom of the crowd

if a gaggle
of good-hearted people
cook together intentionally
and season with kindness
then how could the outcome
be anything less
than sublime?

well, you see
the uncomfortable truth is
of course it can
of course it will

screwing things up
is a thing we monkeys
are much too good at
to limit it just
to our solitary undertakings

we botch together
real good too
it turns out

but still
i’m pretty sure
our best bet
remains
one another

tough break
but we’re a dogged lot
and hope keeps springing
up like shoots of grass