There is a shadow over my heart now
A tide that once turned round
My ankles like spooling the soul
Now moves me off the sand
Backwards, sick & somber
The sort that aches & mystifies
Old summer sounds sift thru
The screen like I could run out &
Touch them & all this emptiness would
Gather itself inside a diary
Tucked away, no matter
Oh this dismal news, like fog
Lift & let him stay!
& in belled fields I will wander
Far & happy.