Hammer and a Nail - Emily Sailers

    Clearing webs from the hovel
    a blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
    I've been digging too deep, I always do.
    I see my face on the surface
    I look a lot like narcissus
    A dark abyss of an emptiness
    Standing on the edge of a drowning blue.
    I look behind my ears for the green
    Even my sweat smells clean
    Glare off the white hurts my eyes
    Gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nail
    Learn how to use my hands, not just my head
    I think myself into jail
    Now I know a refuge never grows
    From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose
    Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
    I had a lot of good intentions
    Sit around for fifty years and then collect a pension,
    Started seeing the road to hell and just where it starts.
    But my life is more than a vision
    The sweetest part is acting after making a decision
    I started seeing the whole as a sum of its parts.
    My life is part of the global life
    I'd found myself becoming more immobile
    When I'd think a little girl in the world can't do anything.
    A distant nation my community
    A street person my responsibility
    If I have a care in the world I have a gift to bring.

    Marco Giunco
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