Strange shades in this afternoon
a darkness underfoot I cannot counter like the soft padding footsteps of birds or children
anonymous as quiet
indrawn breath
taking nothing and everything
like this empty vessel of flesh
hostilely alone on a sea without a shore
the endless minutes and waves
of awareness rock
this fragile vessel
this torrent of thought
quiet as blood dripping
to the tiles
that echo doubtfully
inside myself.

August 8, 2000