Now that you're gone and out of my life, a tide rises up and over the sides of the dam we built to hold back the flow, a song of myself with somewhere to go.
I made a retreat to the water's edge. iI the summer's heat, I wrote down a pledge. I waited a year, faithful or austere, to settle down on the same hallowed ground.
Just one fast move or I'm gone to the dogs, headed due north on a marathon walk, a lifetime of woe. Right there, I said it. Control what you can, unfold and commit.
Strange and marvelous--are we still dreaming or have we forgotten how to believe? Barbed wire marks ...