
The problem with incurables
is the specificities—
Just this diet,
Just this needle,
Just this measure on gauge.
Forget not the unburdened youth
of health; it sings at any age,
at any moment —
heard or unheard,
of the beauty of approximations.
REFUGE
We all seek shelter –
massive hearts beating
beneath wooden floors,
between concrete and earth.
Who hasn’t hidden
from something larger than themselves,
drawn by the scent of sweetness,
following ancient instincts?
We are all big boys lost,
all creatures seeking passage
through this scorched world,
dreaming of deep forests.
Between fire and freedom
lies a door we must choose,
honey-scented courage,
and faith in those who understand
that even the mightiest need
a gentle way back.