to time
when to dream oneself among stars
in the eyes that could still
be fallen into as one leap for the
moon
when potential was more than to wake to the next day
and hope more than the abatement of fear
it has been only three years
only
but lifetimes
lifelines
altered and spent
in ways we can no longer sense
a way back
to grasp the rung swinging by
labeled future
or determination
or perseverance
what we lack now is not a resource we might scour out but
that blink of an eye that can become a whole new means of
living outside
native restraints
changed so much over generations
native newly defining and restraints bound tighter than ever felt before
so where do we turn?
who can help whom?
can our reach, tenuous as it is, stretch to touch fingertip to fingertip
make a difference?
can we try
anymore?