“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what." Harper Lee

bungling burbling heart lead me to the field

where we know we are home and where

every scent on the wind smells of what 

we created and what dazzling orchestras 

of humans and machines that we've had

the luck to lead and follow into just the

right spots, where fans dangle from ceilings

by thinly held rope like vines reaching 

so far back we barely remember the feel

how fire can play, how we can get lost

in tall fields of grass by the library

how every zoo is an excuse to don an english

accent and be a tourist in summer with sticky legs

and hands that stick to your honda seat cushions

just like our tongues wagged in the air of midwest

 highway breeze images may look closer than they

appear and there in that field you are. and i smile

and you smile and i nod and i hope you nod in response.