As savage exposure lays low
Motioning through morning ignites.
My mother's daughter is cautious, aware
Analytical.
The motivating variables rotate
Intersecting with the web I am weaving
The woven, internal cord- still taut.
New patterns of strength, building
Lengthening the drive to push on
Peeling out, when the skid becomes relevant.
I am here, reinforcing the nerve to launch
Onto Southwestern roads, I roam.
The coffee, the melted mint, the billowing morning smoke, our lungs pumped full of elation.
To know, believe, and love in the future as the will to design and execute, WILL succeed.
To have home, and to hold the floor of our owning...
Without fear of confrontation of any kind.
Safe in the power of taking a tall stand, against muscle wielding of moody temperament.
