You are a stick of dynamite
I’m tiptoeing around
Trying not to ignite
And burn us to the ground
You are that powerful
(the thing is so am I)
Once or twice I saw you
Rapid and glowing-
With your guitar in your hand
And your voice filling that big room,
Or once when you loved me
Like it couldn’t wait-
Like the brightest fire
Or the hottest force I had ever seen
And I was transfixed
As all the blue and red and orange flames licked me
and that warmth still lingers
In the recesses of my own soul
in the little coves inside
my body
But such power can’t help but change things
And my old self cringed
At all the dreaded potentials
And I thought of prairies
And how we could leap
with courage
Or longing
Into each other
And dare to be fire
Like a prairie burn
We could bring all the old things
To the ground
And start over
New
Every season
With that red prairie grass glow of summer
And such profound diversity!
And we just might make it
(I hope we make it)
