Watershed

Rain hits the window he pretends he’s fooled Restless hunger but not for food No loud regrets, no unlawful crutch So good to see he hasn’t lost his touch A cup half full can be much too much Time and sister, Hope cut down the braided rope Rid sticks and stones from the warriors’ head Keep a wakeful eye on the watershed Street money bet against the virgin queen Cards were fixed in a foretold scene Scammed by discards and one’s she’d kept With just one kiss her only child was swept out to sea, but not to rest Time and sister, Hope cut down, cut down the braided rope Leave sacred bread crumbs when you depart Mend the crack in your people’s heart If you ever lose sight of the watershed with its endless flow toward days ahead Go blind to routes mapped in the sun Hit the street and your journey comes undone at the darkest mile where twisted currents run Time and sister, Hope cut down, cut down the braided rope Rectify a past not put to bed Bang the drum before blood is shed Keep a wakeful eye on the watershed