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 dew
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 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 that burst right on through.

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.