“Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Sion:
And unto thee shall the vow be performed.” – Psalm 65:1
days not gotten where I’m bound,
this pull, this lure, this “to-you” sound,
red-wing blackbird drawing on,
buckets full of winnowed cloud.
days not gotten; Lord, I try,
shielding eye from lowing sky
facing down the pushing wind
for the keep of kith and kin.
yet come bull-rush pond I curve,
here to still your waters by.
days not gotten, save where found;
you and me, another round.