"Nu?" - 6/4/2007
questioning
everything
comes way
too easily
to me
I think I know
then I see
nothing is
what I'd
hoped
it would be
so cruel if
life's grave
gave up
now
if she quit permitting
old dreams to lie
peacefully within
the garden
of denial
when I knew
what I wanted
it was easier
still I'm so
grateful
you came
like a cloud
beautiful
strange
shapes
like a million
new things
I'd never
seen having
always
been a loner
out of reach
high on hope
or alternately
crashing burning
questioning
everything
comes way
too easily
to just be
I wish I knew
how to throw
away this
useless old
rope
hold me sweet
close me up
open as I
am it's
cold
what do
you need
to learn
before you
will speak
I will never
tell you
what I
already
know
the answer
to (for you)
is so clearly
assuredly
no