if we Could –

yesterday don't matter if it's gone, we

have the Wheel here, the plow, the nails, the tacks, the

hopes, the fears, the joys, the bad intentions

of wicked intent, the unblessed

bodies aching for Sin or disclosure -- What

is it, here, that

arrests us with a sudden Vision?

(We bake the long days in high heat unraveling

our Purposes and sheltering our Souls

in Strong iron) -- Who

was it Unstrung and heroic who

broke our backs and Ushered us into a New age

with unkempt Circumspection?

We doubt our way into her Circle inching

into her Nest

as weary beasts of an unsettled imagination

hoping for the gift or her Recognition --