No,
I don’t want to flounder
like a helpless fish in my anger.
Disguise the tears of my remorse
with words.
There is very little that justifies
the knife edge of a fierce nature.
I am doomed by sea’s end.
By the rafters above me,
from touching heaven.
I want only the flowers of my garden.
To meet children playing.
To be untroubled by the year,
the migration of birds.
I want only to love and be loved,
and have the treasure of patience.
A thistle among gentle beings,
that loves the sky as much as they.
The book The House of the World has been nominated for the Pulitzer Prize and is now available on Amazon.