the water is rising in the brick house
having led many horses to water
and watching them die of thirst
in the brick house we have learned to
outlast the rain we tread water we
can’t dance upon baptize ourselves in
the persistent storm of our lives
knowing we are not princesses we are
taller no princess could survive the floods
we have endured we have never looked for
perfect endings wrapped in rainbows rather
we look to see tomorrow is coming praying
for it through waterlogged fingers seeking
honey after the test breast stroking for life
underwater walking on ocean floors for inspiration
we talk to the dead who are often more reliable than
the living having laid their burdens down surrendering
to the water counseling those wading hip deep
through the deluge looking for light and a reason
to take one more step try one more time to keep holding up the sky
not to drown in our own tears we hold our heads up
face to the sky and go forward there is nothing else
we only go forward into tomorrow or the ocean