A year of confrontations
loss of limbs, heart blood, confusion,
tinderbox emotion, rotten cabbages,
down on knees forgive me please,
sons, daughters, mothers, fathers,
such a huff and puff existence,
now you have me, now you don’t.
discomfort in the head, eyes, feet,
cosmic aura, sea salted ignorance,
listen to waves in a conch my friends,
see deeper than you can fathom,
the path finds your heart in the end.
If all be lost to me. If all be lost to me.
I own a pocket of compassion and
forgive myself, my thoughtless bad.
Dear my heart is to me and no more
can hold falsehoods the un-fastness from
you boy and you girl and you girl
and you who no nothing of my life.
focus on smallness, minutiae,
the yellow moments,
the ones who see inside,
walk outside, around me,
use my lungs and eyes,
try something new,
learn to sing my song
on and on and on.