Poetry Has A Way Of

I Simply Adore Being Alone - I Find It A Consuming Thirst - And When That Thirst Is Slaked, Then I Am Happy.

Now I Become Myself. It’s Taken Time, Many Years And Places.

Deep Down There Was Understanding, Not Of The Facts Of Our Lives So Much As Of Our Essential Natures.

Where Joy In An Old Pencil Is Not Absurd.

We Are All Jellyfish, Too Pitiful And Too Afraid Of Being Disliked To Be Honest.