wind
(swept)
Watching from here, on the roof,
weather,
that is, a sea of weather,
I feel adrift, far from shore.
Here in the sky
only love and suffering seem real.
Within me lie
bird-like breastbone, a skull -
my two masted yawl.
I'm steadied, well-hulled, hopeful.
Such storms!
The wind can howl,
the weather worsen,
but
I know
it will take more than this,
it will take more than this.
