We are unpredictable. Like the
dripping of water, each different
from the previous drop. We hold the
patent on our first breath, first step and
an ocean of random words. We sing
off key. Band-Aid bloodless relationships.
Mail envelopes to ourselves. Find favor
with an enemy. Hold tight the rope to the
bell tower.
Coffee fuels the eyes. Toast accepts the
burn. Butter softens under the knife. We
hold close to the promise of our ship coming
in and the sound of luck finding us.
