Each day passes right through without touching me,
Big-holed sieve … nothing of any value stays;
An entire starry evening,
goes straight down the drain.
What is the purpose of pouring,
Into the porous leftover of my life,
One more day?
Yet I know not how to leave you,
Certainly not how to make it right.
Repeated cliffs so high with your disdain
Block out all the sunlight.
Afternoon sulfuric rains
Maintain your kingdom dry and cruel;
It all continues to flow into me.
When I grab the air for anything,
I realize something was there…
Before it washed through me,
And was gone.
August 17, 2007