Monday, May 2, 2011

Fortitude
aching the back
eventually
is prodded
by serene plenty.

Once you were
a girl about town
with piles of jewels,
the romance
of an uncomfortable
voyage,
and the future
as beloved
Queen.

Then all you were
was the sun
not speaking
plainly enough,
unsure
of well being
and bringing
a circle
to certainty.