We sit back
in the old slatted porch swing,
never even once thinking,
"Will it hold us?"
That is how I must be with you.
Stallions and mares, bulls and cows, roosters and hens -
all animals know to choose.
They just don't know to decide.
You and I can decide to build a swing.
Choosing has already happened.
When the chick breaks it shell,
it must find a hospitable world.
When you and I decide,
we must be a hospitable world.
After what, do I trust you?
Tom C. 8-21-01
