Reluctance Be Forgotten

reluctance, be forgotten

The barren, vacant field
is in need of harvest

But who will plant the seed?

The plows grow lonely on the cold winter ground
the water, frozen in tin pails -- neglected, rusty

The barbed wire fence, long since removed
the barn doors blown open by gusts of blustery passion

All it takes is one
to reap that which is not yet sown
to mend that which has always been broken

Hearts no longer feel
Thoughts no longer cross
Hands no longer cold

It's what we all want when we're old

Reluctance, be forgotten
it calls to us from within

To rectify that which has reckoned,
to unearth that which has been planted

To give something that lives inside us
yet has no name.