Christ was a hornet inside this head
Stung to mention more than said
Wrung around, common ground, hung sound, just laid down
Again and again
Again and again
I'm glad you shrugged when I've been unsure
Your punch is like a down comforter
Hibernate, gravitate, step, sway, guess away
Again and again
Again and again
Continue sleeping on a rented pillow
Parent's home now vaguely an idea
Canned laugh, brass tacs, Pass the hat, I miss the past
Again and again
Again and again
A father is a hard thing to compass
Thunder is a quiet stretch to listen
A mother is a wire sculpture
A cog is a moving hill
No siblings to pawn life off on to
Only child's a Vermeer painting
A cactus has perennial appeal
A disciple is your mother's robe fit tightly
Cousin is frustrated with the lord
Cried in the airport's duty free store
Grandparents are rocking chairs
Perpetual motion machines rusting together alone
When the breeze dies down I'll settle in
Thought of it over and over again
But family is a hard thing to gather
So I'd rather sit and watch the leaves stir more
