All

I stretch my hand and make

the sign of the cross, 

blink and start the car.

I'm not here for anything half-hearted.

What if I am lonely? What if I'm the only

one who cares? Who cares too much...

or not enough, not even 

close.

What makes this work? Beneath the surface,

are we ice floes

or icebergs? Echo back to me your inward call

or don't say anything at all,

I'll be alright, 

I'm trembling,

I'm not here for anything half-hearted.