Of, by & for the mind
that finds the comic, common ground
and wades in the deep end.

Of, by & for a time
offline, the age of error and trial.
The jury’s still out.

Of, by & for the long haul.
Of, by & for the long haul.

Of, by & for a town
that scrapes its knees once in a while,
goes inside out, -side & off.

Of, by & for the country
slow and steady go the valleys and the hills
the golden traces, the unmarked trails.

Of, by & for the long haul.
Of, by & for the long haul.

Of, by & for the quiet
Sundays when the wind chimes fly
Empty’s okay. Empty’s okay.

Of, by & for the evening
fire puts the day to rest and under
starry night we settle in.

Of, by & for the long haul.
Of, by & for the long haul.

Of, by & for a few
whose multitudes make you-know-who.
It all builds and gets better
when we’re together.

Of, by & for the long haul.
Of, by & for the long haul.
Caravaning through it all.
Of, by & for the long haul.

(9/9/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, California)