Volunteer - The Antlers

Traveling on the wind, carrying credentials

Abandoning anything strangling potential

Galloping, inhabiting nothing inessential

Scattering, wondering, «Am I incidental?»

Sprout here another year, volunteer

Scavenging, salvaging, rationing for winter

It’s challenging, practicing living like beginners

But it’s happening, it’s dazzling, protections start to splinter

Imagining ravishing springing from within her

Sprout here another year, volunteer

Sprout here another year, volunteer

Volunteer, volunteer, volunteer, volunteer

Volunteer, volunteer, volunteer, volunteer

Volunteer, volunteer…