weekend poem

so quickly

if you would build with wood
a structure where we stood
a shelter with a rail
to hold us should we fail
to take into account
our lives are pouring out

I would bring a cake
for eating while we wait
and water maybe too
for the drinking that we do
then we'd hold onto the rail
until we softly fail
to take into account
this pouring that comes out

so quickly saw you should
put hammer to the wood
I will keep us fed
full of cake and bread
and cups I will bring too
for the pouring that we do