There Is

There is

There is tension in the chest
There is worry in the throat
There is poison on the tongue,
at the back,
where thought meets spine

There is pressure in the head
There is music in the ears
There is a chorus in the wings
stretched and steady
Waiting, waiting

But there is
and there is
and there is

There is a snake in the garden
There is light in the clouds
There is fog at the edges
Heavy, dull, wet
Curling, curling

There is a tree in the field
There are vines in the orchard
There is blight in the land
But she grows all the same
All the same

And there is
and there is
and there is

There is flesh on the body
There is bone in the flesh
The is heart in all these things
Running, running

There is home in the dirt
There is straw in the bricks
There are worms in the grave
Living, living

So there is,
There is,
There is