don’t forget
how you move through the dirt and the dust and the muck
how you breathe through the length of each trembling hour
how you fall and you rise in your longing and luck
how you manage a moment of stillness and power
how you hope, how you dream, how you talk to the moon
how you locate your light in the thundering black
how you reach out your hand for a tendril of June
how you swallow your dread and your loss and your lack
how you capture the notes to a burgeoning song
how you know in your heaviest heart you’re not wrong.