I am cryptic
Stung with pride
I have drifted
Along the tide
I am lifted
Song and stride
Like a triptych
I have shifted
Thronged in light
The unbridled bride
Unwedded
Belonging to the night
Beyond wrong and right
Unsettled
The pattern has been impeded
I feel my faithful seas receded
Here is the eternal autumn of Demeter
I smell the sweet scent of dead desert cedar
Embedded
Beneath a coat of fallen snow
Indebted long unto the crow
Limbs twisted and splintered
Kept gold in custody of winter
Sold by the minister
Sent off to slaughter
By puritanical father
Regretted
I have traveled far and wide
I am not fragile, yet I've cried
And heard my emptiness echo
Despite unsteadiness, let go
But I have learned to fall like water
Folding, graceful, like black ink into blotter
And if I let distance spread me thin
Perhaps these years won't settle in my skin
Forgive me. For I have known sin.