Poetry Is Useless

it's not for the sake of dying
that I tell you of my dreams of death
it is already done
my mind has poured out of ears
& eyes for years searching for any light

by the time I sailed for the sound
set sail from your window
my eyes were useless
but not blind

I saw still through clouds
your smile
vaporizing

at night the dark crowds in without you
& I am blind
close my eyes & I'm home
free

the dark of this sound is endless
Loons & gulls are silent under water

cool ferns hold me still
safe from the current

no questions asked
or answered

Cari