Boundaries
Drawing them in bold, black ink and silvery stardust
Screaming-streamed across the age-old sky
Can do nothing to take back my life
Can it
Filters
Weaving them with silken strands and begging hands
Humbly offered across the communal table
Will do nothing to bring back the gentleman
Will it
While boundaryless
There was nothing, there was need
There was disaster
Although we’re our own
I need to swim still in you
Daytime and nighttime
Those misshapen borders maybe
But there is no unfinished business at the garden gate
Despite what the flowers wish
When they bow their heads at night
They know I gave my best
