When you are about three feet under,

have you found some strength  

with the weight of it all, a pull?

I had one of those the other day,

to get above it and get to a strong place 

I had to ask for the pull, the line, the light

otherwise I knew I would

be six feet under.

I’m grateful for the weight. 

That weight gave me some power. 

It’s ‘me’ or ’it’ I heard myself say.

The pull, pulled. The line held. The light lit.