Do you wonder
if it is hard for me
not to visit your well
of cool water?
I am mad with thirst,
like a beast of burden
dragging its plow
through half a world
of rocky, unbroken soil.
Many times
I have sent myself into exile.
Never once
has it hurt like this. |
Powerful. I keep rereading, letting the cadence, the imagery cascade.
Simiply, achingly beautiful. What I get from your art, I couldn’t get anywhere else, in any other way. Thank you, Rgrl.