I look at my lonely world

and wonder what can save me. 


Who taught me these constricting ways that steal my

Vision and hobble my forward movements?


I have become a stranger in a lonely room

Sitting at a lonely table.


I know only myself and my creations,

Songs of dark moods and soul contraction.


I make grief out of sky-bannering rainbows,

And strip mines out of rich mountains.


When will my eyes look across their faces,

And my dance enter their hearts?


I wait for my voice to rise,

An altar of ashes and silence.




Spring 2013,