I Know I Have To

I Grew Up Aware Of All The People I Depended On And Who Depended On Me.

I Look At My Four Boys, Who Are The Colors Of Silt, Loam, Dust, And Clay, An Infinite Palette For Children Of Their Own, And I Understand That Time Erases Whiteness Altogether.

This Is What It Means To Be Alone: Everyone Is Connected To Everyone Else, Their Bodies Are A Bright Liquid Life Flowing Around You, Sharing A Single Heart That Drives Them To Move All Together. If The Shark Comes They Will All Escape, And Leave You To Be Eaten.

You Know Reviewers, They Are The Wind In Their Own Sails.

Does A Man Become A Revolutionary Out Of The Belief He's Entitled To Joy Rather Than Submission?