It was the rooster, then
Calling me awake
Staying up too late
Planting the seeds of our best dreams
In the clouds
And we would wonder why they fell.
I didn’t speak that tongue well,
But I learned all of the music,
I figured I could probably use it,
Worked the rhythm with my hands
And everyone was moved.
I knew that I was soothing
And I could carry all that brooding
For a time.
I could make rhymes out of our story,
Make it sound like wonder, glory,
Build us up so strong and tall.
And when you fall,
When the wind is just a bit too rough,
When the drugs have messed your balance up,
When you crash into a wall
Then you will know just how I folded,
How I sank down to my knees
And found support
Only at the stone cold bottom of an empty well
Where I fed myself on wishes
And reviewed all of my lists
Of all the signs that I had missed
And there was nothing left to do
But take apart the world I’d woven,
Criticize the words I’d carefully chosen
And warm up the parts of me I’d frozen
And I looked myself right in the eye.
And I know, now,
That the desperation that I felt,
My dedication to giving help,
Was my desire to be desired
By the parts of him
That reminded me of myself.
I know now,
That the rooster taught me in his way
Many things that shaped who I am today
And I can now look back and say
I wouldn’t change a thing.
But I know, now
Not to go wishing
On shooting stars
With broken wings.
No matter what they sing.