it’s been raining
a downpour a
deluge
we are powerless to stop it
and we are building boats
folding paper precisely
according to directions
Kirsten guides us
until they are complete and identical
hope on the hull
wild hope
a christening
champagne bottles swinging singing crashing into presence
spraying fragrant wine
everywhere
all touched with unreasonable imaginings
drops of sweet beauty
there is a flood coming
tearing up the banks of a prairie river
and we must board our boats
and ride the wild waves in wild hope
of rediscovery of the truth of love
of finding the chaos and a new order
the storm is coming
wild winds of the hurricane
of the tornado uprooting trees
sending waves that will break the dikes
and we must wake the master
to still the sea and
calm
our fears
holding our boats in cupped hands
and turn the world
