Saturday, December 28, 2013

My tendency to be acute in my relations to the world is the very thing that makes me withdraw so often.

Friday, December 6, 2013


What do I say to the moon
    so alive in mock darkness?
The sea flays itself unto rocks
    grinding them to sand
Gravitating in eternal unrest.

The Sea speaks;
      Dear distant one, 
I send the winds beseeching you
      I swallow the earth raw for you
Will you not release me?

In silence, 
       the moon is unyielding.


Tempest you have taken my mind
left me gazing at the moon
       talking to the winds.

The winds have thrown me off its back        
       gone silent
I have fallen from the Sun
       I am haunted by the Sea

I shall pack my bones
        retire to the desert.