week sixtyeight: one good morning

one good morning

we felt like fish in the throat of a bird
holding each other expecting the worst

we had all kinds of debt and the cost of a kid
and the ocean between what we thought and we did 

so you called up to me
and i came stumbling down
and we lit out winter’s thaw on the golden ground

some days we were changed
some days we were free
one good morning
one true thing

take it to bed it’s gonna get in your dreams
you’re gonna know what to say
you’re gonna know what to sing
you’re gonna roll
you’re gonna rise

all of your songs are contradictions
you’ve got constant doubt
you’ve got holy visions
i know
so do i

but some days we were saved from our seriousness
and we’ll lit out like cormorants diving in the kennebec

some days we were changed
some days we were free
one good morning following the dog through the river weeds
stopping when the water overtook the need

sometimes i have this dream
we fall into the ditch on washington street
we can’t get out because the snow is too deep
but under the snow there’s a summer night
where the grass is gold and your eyes are bright 

and i wake up and i know i’m not free
but i recognize you and you recognize me
we’ll be the fish in the throat of this bird
we’ll be holding each other expecting the worst

somewhere in the house
i’ll be calling up to you
we’ll light out winter’s thaw on the sparkling roof

someday we’ll be changed
someday we’ll be free
one good morning
one true thing