poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003
Softly Enraptured
Number 151
December 31, 2000
Rocking,
Gently,
Is it my mother—
Or just the ocean?
Perhaps—simply—
My human emotion.
Careening,
Side to side,
Disrobed Psyche—
Compelling.
Fates, be gentle,
I beg of thee.
Fates, be gentle,
Gentle to me.