You have the bearing of a boulder,
Fixated on your pedestal, ignorant
Of the waves that chip and corrode
Your every side with determination.
A cat with an accordion, I play with
Life; make music, make questions, I
Live in brevity and all that is thin and
Fair. I crash like a snowflake onto blacktop.
What can be used to move you? Besides
Time, and patience, that I haven’t the
Time, and patience for. May I give up
The instrument, just so you may have your inch?
The sea is great because of the winds
That seize her, the moon that tugs her
Hither and thither, that picks her up and
Smashes her down. In her many deaths, she rises.
Should I give my all, and bend my heart
To catch you in this basket, what weight
Will you bring down upon me? Can I
Support such relentless judgment?
Hold a little, if you kindly would.