i weep

the caress of blue, bluer
the kiss of the wind, richer
the depth of the pools
in the shadows of remnant souls
in which i swim
more liquid with sounds
laughter and grief

again i weep
where is this well
of the rivulets of salt
that stream hot
spring

i am ice
how is it
that i melt
that i become
less vacant
less lost

making stems
from my angst
if i slide
into the embrace
of the beautiful
that is so swift
to steal me
into its arms
of sheer grace,
that breathes
open my heart
so unexpectedly

if it awakens in me, joy
where then will
my work manifest
who will i be
who am i
the ground shifts
below my feet
how is this so

i weep
so afraid
of striping
this thing
i’ve found
of its goodness

yet
my life
is better
for this
ache