A city that is built on swampy land
Is literally sinking constantly.
That’s why it isn’t hard to understand
The sinking that’s sometimes inside of me,
Accompanied by feelings of elation,
Like rainclouds in the sky at Carnival.
The party isn’t stopped by condensation—
In fact, of course a little rain must fall.
With water underneath and up above,
There’s nothing left to do but learn to float.
And fear’s relentless war with faith and love
Has always birthed the loveliest blue notes.
So, dance with me on this rare, solid ground.
Let’s raise a glass, I’m buying the next round.