e u s t a c i e s

I see the craziness
of my anger,
also my desperate kindness.
Both attempts at sacrifice!
How do I rile or appease
the spirit of expansion?
Our solitude is
sometimes so small!
There isn't room
for much more than
this.
That damn buzzing fly
you cannot find?
Execute it in your mind.
It's an offering
to an open world that eludes you.
The gift to a stranger
of the last carton of milk?
It's generosity damaged by
regret.
These are the awkward acts
of the isolated.
This is the clumsiness
of the caged heart!