I belong to no school,
No church, no institution,
No academy
and to no regime.
I’m just a woven carpet tossing in the wind…
Dancing like the wild grey sea
that bounces in and out upon itself...
Dance on. Dance on.
Remembering some awful pain.
Which pain am I remembering
in all the forests of our pains?
And then it comes to me,
Comes rattling down
the rail tracks of my brain.
Caprice. Caprice.
Love’s fallen into disarray
It’s gone.
Walk on. Walk on.
Here comes the rain.
Its rivulets are running down my face.
Forming into nothingness
Feign on. Feign on.
The days are shortening,
The winter chill is beckoning.
The sea drowns out itself.
Live on.
Kristine Byrne. Oct. 2019