the push

The push is full 
of different things. 
And some flow through, 
some catch and cling 
some stick and hurt 
some tickle glee 

It all comes through 
some point of me, 
or point of you, 

or point of view. 
And then we turn 
and angle selves 

to see what one thing 
we can be, with all 
that's in us, sat
on shelves 

or caught midair 
bat back in play 

and so we charge,
or wait, 
or stay,
or keep 
or give 

ourselves this day.  

And so we make and shape 
so well or poorly
as we might
and may.