load

 
a ton of feathers does weigh more  
than two stacks of gold  
ask the rain  
   
and every day is too hard to get through  
until you do  
and every week is impossibly thorough  
but ends in small celebrations  
   
years sculpt forms into the stones  
stacked on chests  
ask the wind  
   

   
took me four hours to take off the work boots tonight  
stuck on the back porch after three wind-down beers  
proceeded to the next five pull out the pen ones  
then got lost between the count and the shedding  
   

   
we are as part of the momentum, passing through a funnel  
some of us are gonna get lost in the translation, at least  
that's the wording i intend to wire redemption with  
   
gonna wait outside here a little while longer  
to find the loveliest shade of wrong