my heart is filled with dancing visions of
such unlikely likelihood
I find myself trapped behind where it is
that I long to go
yet pinned as well
to where I once so firmly stood
quite needless in my untempted view
on this side of that
which is splendidly discovered
there's always this fury of feeling
that another chance has been lost
emphatically I write
so to better bargain
for it back
such cycle
rarely delivers
any true peace of mind
'tis but a cauldron
of rankling words
gone a begging too long
to be released from the pot
when I die
only then shall such stirring
be done....................
(Feb. 16, 1999)