Though all we’ve got is grit and spit
we can still build good things—
still weave nets to catch each other
nests to welcome and warm
strengthen ties like flexing muscle,
tougher each time.
Though all we’ve got is pluck and muck
we can still grow good things—
still plant seeds of justice
nurture hothouse passions
prune our dying branches,
to make way for spring.
Though all we’ve got is earth and breath
and blood and sweat—
That is all that we need.
Elizabeth Beck is an island writer who likes to share scratched-out and blacked-over words. A deep love for the South Sound Region is only exceeded by her passion to expose the immense talent found there. Her poetry and short stories have been featured at WRIST Magazine, Underneath the Juniper Tree, The Laureate Listening Project, The Washington State and Gig Harbor History Museums, TAM, The Washington State Department of Commerce, and glimpsed floating down storm drains.
