Do not let the waves overwhelm me;
do not let the deep waters swallow me;
do not let the well’s mouth engulf me.
She takes her sorrow for a walk.
It runs full out,
laps the trail
as a great stag of fire
into the fleeting forever of now;
becomes black wings
the evening's hunkering,
coiling moon shadows,
the long nails of night
tapping tapping tapping
on the closed and dark-
window of her heart.