i dream that sometime even in this life

i will fulfill some birthwork i carried in

with me still undone always i have wondered

why nothing wonderous arose for me to do

now my prime is way past maybe it’s from

living with a missionary in my childhood

this complex to do something really helpful

though what i observed gave me nothing to

go on maybe i still wear the cape and think

of myself in terms of savior though i am

the one who has always needed to be rescued

still whatever i have to offer is always

available for the taking it’s a false sense

of purpose i carry in these bandit bones

so today i propose to quit waiting for it

and enjoy being obscure like the microbes

i so admire who work by the millions

under one square foot in the food forest

i am planting i try not to ignore or disturb

their amazing productive lives


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