A Solitary Slip - Will Johnson

A solitary slip

Made to look just like

I meant it all along here

Look at what I’ve done, dear

Try to make some sense

Of the static of the day

Even as there’s no way

And if there was,

Like a mother’s love

Towering above

Strong as ever, endless

Holy and unbridled

Whatever, come we find

On September nights

Waiting for arrival

Waiting for arrival

For all you give to me

A failed

Clumsy and a-drifting

Really something graceful

A solitary slip

Honey, can’t you see

I do the best I can, here

I meant it all along, dear