“It is no wonder...”　

It is no wonder, so well-woven are you
in among things, that there is no thought
of might be cloven off and out cast.
No, sunder should break upon your tidy strand.
Oh but, deprived light beings, since light deprived,
waft in dark, waver in – and ever – dawn,
are shattered and shred on beyond.
It is much, is too much off from this
to say
anything to reach in to ear,
something polite for bright of day –
nothing you could hear.
All will never be repaid.

Dec 2024