Shall we mightn’t we risk
everything in this one short
life we have here right here
right now? Mustn’t we
love wholly this perfectly imperfect
world those flawed wandering
souls that grand old tree that
tiny finch the very songs of All?
Must’t we love All
in the fiercest possible way
give our whole tender hearts gladly
wrapped triumphant in knowing
that this risk this love this tearing
open to reveal a beating heart to
give All while we can in this
brief slip of time is the grandest
most best onliest chance we will
ever have to be real human beings?