The Greatest Things

Because life should be a big, loud, movement
one that shows up and shakes us so hard
that we end up in the living room
stumbling over shoelaces
and flipping the furniture

Looking to find those few
truly important personal effects
the parts of an identity we can’t part with
and piling as much
and only as much
as we can carry in one arm,
into it

Life should come running out the door
Sliding down icy streets
Snow filling it’s shoes
while screaming a desperate overture

Life should fill the cold night air
with the warmth of human breath

and drag us through it’s darkness
not by our heels
but on our toes
because life gives us nothing
except urgency