Wednesday, July 10, 2013

UNSAID (for Jeffrey P. McManus)

i live my life on the edge
of tears, a salty soup
of joy stirred with dread.

any moment i might end
up dead or worse: heart-
broken instead. i tease

my hungry soul with art
that mimics how it feels
to be fed. i no longer expect

this universe to release me
from its wonder, at least not yet,
but in your honor i'm leaving 

fewer things

1 comment:

Margaret Waage said...

Sometimes sadness is the only thing that feels right. Such beauty in your words.