But it really is the end of the line

We’re dangling here

the rope is threadbare

markets crash

smog thickens

jobs disappear

but there is
oh, so much work
left to be done

the joyous work
of building
and growing
and singing
and laughing
and dancing
and finally
finally
seeing.

Just let go

if we all
just let go

of the old

we’d see the new
beautiful
waiting there

for us
to jump

in.