I cry
for
that which is in the moment
is but for a moment
and the moment
is gone
I cry
because
the tears I shed
were never shed
when they should have been
and not because
in the shedding
comes the understanding
I cry
in
the passing
of the seasons
from one’s season
to the next
and I fear
that in the passing
the passing too will be gone
I cry
with
all of those
who have cried before me
for all of the reasons
Here now I cry
and wrap around me
all of the tears
that all of humanity
has ever left unshed.
Clandestine Writing... 