Psalm

 

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.

 

 

Talhausen

Spring 2013,