The thought that the worst
Could contain all the best
The thought that I might be
A little bit wrong
Even this thought felt
Like a new favorite song
The thought of recovery
After sickness and death
The thought of connection as
A new escape hatch
We're in it no matter
We're together the same
Let's hook the answers
Like a fish in our brain
So deep in the unknown
It won't yet have a name.
-Kelly Voelker
