Tell
me, traveler,
about
the sticky pockets of toddlers,
the
tip jars of the dreaming baristas,
and
the cupped hands of the hopeless.
Tell
me how to bear
being
someone's good luck.
Tell
me how to tumble head over tail
then
choose who wins.
Tell
me how to shoulder the weight
of
a wish.
Tell
me how to be
spun,
jangled, sorted, stacked.
Tell
me how to be
hammered,
smashed, chipped, counted.
Tell
me how to be so spent,
yet still carry your message
of
emancipation.