ennui

“the prison house is the world of sight” – plato

raging
dusks golden fires
fall dull and cool
on eyes and skin

later
the limitless starlight sky
closes like a lid

child and toy
we weary of the world
and want to play with
something else

by the sea
rocks molder into powder
moon mirrors the sunken sun
and lights but doesn’t warm us

here
hold this shell up to your ear

hear
the ocean of silence that roars
between the beats of your heart

1979