Dirt still underneath my fingernails

What We Raise

Of sweat and cedar

I built a garden

Raised above the lawn

By the filth of road

Where greens and reds

Will rise from dirt

Raise our glasses

For what we raise…

     anchors
     courage

     standards

     children

     spirits

     consciousness

     cane

Raise the alarm

For what we raise…

     forests        

     fists
     eyebrows

     weapons

     sea levels

     the banner of war

     cain

We are the dirt and

Hands clasped for color

In our own company

Thorn and rose

Raising questions

For the skies

We are both…

Raising gardens

Raised by wolves