Sunday, February 7, 2010

Glory, you are a puzzle
a grape that strains to reach the fox.

The spray of the waves
on a seaside day
doesn't seem to suggest
the depths of the ocean
Depths that hold loves object still.

Rest is restored in privacy
where objects keep you company.

Cagey with an embarrassment of riches
regretful of my own power to hurt
everything speeds by.
I hope and fear to stop[
Always looking from a high vantage point
I can't breathe until a certain time on the clock.