And, just like that, a new day dawns.
The lights are coming up in the restaurants.
Coffee courses like a river.
We drink ourselves together.

Amy Goodman, what have I missed?
And if the news is bad
As it often is
Help me remember how to breathe in
Give me something to believe in when
America,
That box of rain,
That peeling coat of copper paint,
Is coughing in its room all night
And shooting at the astral plane

All I hear is nervous talking
And what am I supposed to do
With all that noise in the morning, really?
Who am I even talking to when I say

"Oh how do I know that I was really here at all?"
I keep falling through
the holes in the languages I've found
I feel the weight of something
Silent and enormous
In the air.
I do not know how to describe it
But I
feel it
pressing
Down...

There is a sound
Like a thundercloud
Rolling over Nova Scotia now
The sound of women laughing in liminal spaces
The sound of men making faces

Oh I used to be so hard to tame
And I still am, on my darker days,
But now I leave more room for motion.
I was a door, I was wide open
And love came in, with its fine hips
With its wide mouth
With its blindness
And softened me up
Taught me to sing again
Fastened me into the world
With its ligaments
I know I could lose it
But I'm working to keep it green.

Still though, how do I know that I was really here at all?
All of the lies I've told, where do they live now?
What did they buy?
I feel the weight of something silent and enormous
In the light.
I do not know how to describe it
But
I think
It's on
Our
Side?