I pick up nails when Yellowdog walks me.
Disregarding ice cemented by January,
Or scalding asphalt in July.
A dangerous occupation, bending to fish out a single
Dirty and foolish.
Vertigo spins my horizon madly with simple efforts.
But I pick up nails all the same.
It’s a gift I give to you.
It’s all I have.
Seems so little to do for humankind
On a day when I feel so helpless
At a loss how to ensure the survival of kindness.
It means each day there will be
Middle of nowhere
Middle of night
Middle of a dirt road
Middle of a blizzard
It seems so little
But it’s all I can do.
You will do it for me.
One rusted nail at a time.