Oh Sea of Misery and Sorrow,
your salty waters – cry and thirst.
I’m tracing wind on waves of morrow –
a story high and blindly cursed.

I caught my breath while thought was sinking.
The hook – pure love and bait - so sweet…
The gasp is pale from constant shrinking,
from drinking silence, smoking greed.

- What should I do with fishy creature?
Unhooked – set free inhaling truth.
The frame of chest - a sighing preacher
spells out disparity and ruth.

His prayers – flaws to shutter soundness,
when nothing left in heart to lose.
Existence tightly bound to roundness
and ear is seizing windy blues.

I’m full of catching, empty-handed
is abyss in Heartbroken Bay.
And land - is luck. One-handed bandit,
as lighthouse – showing me the way.

Wind’s free in flying, numb to throbbing
and I can sense his jump-and-dive.
There is no time – for blues and sobbing,
when breath is taken from my life.

23 April 2008