There is hope in being here
through 37 in a year.
I take my porridge oats with cream and fruit
& it turns day all lily white and orchid blue.
With the light upon the lake
and the swimmers in the shade,
I’ve never seen this tint of teal before.
The shadows dance across the harbor floor.
I pedal faster just to keep my balance
though I know not where I go.
And she asks if I believe in magic
and I say that I don’t know
but there is something in this glow.
I witnessed care inside the train—
a hand outstretched to feed the lame.
While we were smoking at the reservoir,
I saw her crying in the dining car.
I carry nothing on my back
that I would wish that we would lack
And I pedal faster just to keep my balance
though I know not where I go.
And she’ll ask if I believe in magic
and I’ll keep saying I don’t know,
but there is something in the glow
and christ is hanging by a rope
and I saw the smoke begin to flow
and lead the wanderers back home
and the muses whisper low
while the wind moves through the close,
let the river lead us home.
There is hope in being there,
a beauty I would wish to share.
The living water and the sylvan bed gown
with all this light inside, I lay my head down.
credits
released September 4, 2020
Written by Adam Howard
Recorded & Performed by Adam Howard with the help of:
Margaret Wehr - Vocals
Márk Fédronic - Trombone
Theo Fédronic - Trumpet