Warbling Woe

aloneness is moving in on quiet wings 
rearrangement of all things
that matter
so not to splinch or scatter

aloofness hightailing in and out
raucous raven shoutabout
to be extended trust
is all that we must

shrugging off my curtsy
'cause backing downs 's what hurts me
see, I Am
so so over and done 
with the tug of the bygone

The mighty warble of the red hawk
'Just be you, be all of you!'
and all you can do is gawk
into earsplitting stillness
because this truth is so
full of woe
blow by blow
I get lost


I.A.m