ANY PORT IN THE STORM
It's taken me this far and long to come
to grips with what I am : not to tarry,
but I won't remain. I am from another
place and they are taking me back. My
standard definitions are fluid, and
my life force, a roiling semen on a
cosmos of dreaming, must go when
called. Such is the agreement.
I've sat in a breakfast lane in old
St. Augustine. That was enough
for me. Trees, some greenery,
and the strangest feelings ever.