without grief & pain & blood & loss
what do angels have to sing
about?
slowly
i fell down on
my zen knees
praying to the
children i never
had. asking forgive
ness for the dreadful
neverlife of waiting.
why did i
resist the omens of
the heart? ignore the
summoning angels &
their wise
silence? could not
accept the gift of sun
light reflecting on the
open sea?
why did i spend
so much time for
money? pay such
exorbitant tribute to
invisible extortionists like
anxiety & fear? wear a
tie so long in mourning for
freedom?
the woman i
was learning to love
is dragging her dreams
of indefinite expectations
towards the foggy bottom of endless
imagination.
to those who
lack even sha
dows of being, ex
planations mean
nothing.