Skipping every other step down
An inertia carried southbound
On a train back home to you
Felt a power in the stillness
And a critical resilience
A pushback overdue
It doesn't have an address
It changes with the context
The future stares you down and you stare right back and say
And I can't help but wonder
If the light that we're losing
Comes from the cracks in the logic
I've been leaning on for years
I learned that every new footprint
Of every new development
Will displace something else
In a garden made of mirror and ceramic
East midwest to mid-Atlantic
Framed in grout and concrete and
Gifted like a travel souvenir
So when I spin around
And look for validation
Remind me that the inches I'm losing off
Of massive fields of space are well-deserved
And I can't help but wonder
If the light we're losing
Comes from the cracks in the logic
I've been leaning on for years