They are ghostly dreams now,
even so, we keep the names,
it makes us feel better.
We want a scenario that looks good,
neatly packaged with lots of money for expenses.
Who are we kidding?
The world teems with chasing.
We are only held fast in its vastness
by the grace of gravity’s strange charm.
There is hunger for a different life,
a lost life, with all the longing
in the evidence of our faces.
We stream forward in this world
searching for purpose or voice,
ringed with the hard sweat of faith,
yearning to be more than skin can hold.