The fluctuation hit me like a ton of bricks And now I am in bits As she sails to another sea Never knowing the weather she visited on me And it’s like a plume You can tell it’s been in the room Because there is a fume That wafts And you could say she’s daft But it’s more than that She’s caught in a wave she can’t take back As she bullets into the sky And I wonder if I would’ve died If I’d met her on the road Because she never slowed In her speech And she is out of reach As I extend The part of me that would mend A sensory organ But I can’t get a word in As it rocks us back and forth And the worst part of a divorce Is you never see that person again Not in the same way, not women and men I wish her well Because I know the hell She is living in I also know that I cannot win When that’s in control God bless her and ease her soul As it beats against the cage it’s kept in I wonder does she know Him In her darkest day All the same I wouldn’t want to get in her way When she’s on the wrong side of the beach I think it’s the lesson she came to teach
When people implore me with their eyes But I don’t care who dies Because I have seen beyond the form And what happens when the body warm Soon turns cold and depart The spirit leaves by the heart And returns to join it’s immortal core They struggle to say I love you more In their attempts at suppression Some kind of drive at oppression Til I’m twenty nine and in confession As the priest says this will be your last aggression But I just can’t muster up the energy to say I’m saving it for another day Because everything is now And somehow In the forest of storm I found that which was never born And so can never leave this earth The something beyond the hurt And though they try to scratch and claw They are no match for the Great Thaw That is unfolding humanly On the planet and undoing me Well the “me” I thought I was It does not abide by laws But sits in it’s own sweet soul And tells the waves to roll and roll They will still meet the beach If this is what it is to teach Then call my words silent prose This is the less travelled road
The Poetry Book 