summer of 1999

I am asking
For words that are good
 
I am asking 
Because when I am writing 
I am asking
And answering and noticing and searching and learning and realizing and asking again
 
I am asking 
Because these words
Can’t be taken back
 
Because there’s a kind of eternal 
Power in words
Written down
On paper
Spoken to–
 
Who knows?
A thousand minds, hearts
I’ve never met
 
And sometimes,
I am scared

So, God–I am asking
Please make them good