Sing of me if you have a voice left,

and consider not the times that broke your heart–

moments of these days taken at a half-pace,

and a man undone might curse his own name

for the guilt of a burden heaped onto a loved one.

This and that with a spot of rain here and there

and most folks know how to breathe underwater,

and if you can when you know I can’t,

think of me like a storm caught up in the wind,

something tremendous and loud

that danced from the earth

all the way up to the clouds.