Thursday, November 17, 2016

Oh Wild Truth

Oh wild Truth,
you are too much for me—your hands flying
like dragons with their long bones,
your solar heat, your sharp axe tongue.

I love you, but I can’t stand your moods.
Sometimes you hold me in your wings
and sing such beautiful songs, but most days
I am crushed. My ears ring. My eyes are always burning.

Maybe we could be casual friends
who see each other on the weekends.
Or what if we tried texting?