2012-07-07T00:00:26-07:00July 7th, 2012|Musings on life|

Lament for the wretched

I’m eating cheese on toast
on the back deck
the stewartia tree
dropping her fat flowers
at my feet
like a devotee
when suddenly
I remember
that people are suffering
and it always drowns me like that
out of nowhere
the shock of it
the collapsing of my throat
into my belly
but that’s not the troubling part

it’s why
I am not doubled over
more often

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