tuesday 

Two accidentals
crashing together:
tide lands on sand or an unwitting surfer
bad music to bad ears,
sweet sonata for dissonant hearts

I roll downhill like a child in a barrel
I find my second; now we will fight
each struggling for a root in the chord 
to sprout and flower the prettiest sound

a screaming train a mile down the track
running in the endless circle of feedback
you woke up to ask me an important question
and I swore by my heart
to take the answer
and bear it in my soul
til it birthed to the world
a new reason for life