For my arms are quite extended 
as I look out upon the sea blue 
in my years I never intended 
to let it slip right on through. 

the days are overwhelming 
in fluids that are made of you 
the nights they are never ending 
& in the gloom the moon is too. 

I am but a quiet forager 
looking for the inevitable clues 
I find the rocks are getting heavier 
hiding the answers in nature’s glue. 

bring a voice of champions to my ear 
I will present no angels or sorrow too 
but listen eagerly waiting to hear 
the verses burst right in to my room. 

agony in transition from year to year 
is like staging a protest in a zoo 
plenty of voices to chew on here 
but don’t mock the animals nor me nor you. 

deep-seated frights & suspicions 
keep us tied to our churches & anew 
listless lengthy tomes of chanting 
bring no relief – just too much to do.