Acis & Galatea
It
seems strange now that I was wrapped
up
in the poetry of love,
but
I was only human, trapped
with
only such that humans have
of
world and time and marvelled at
the
infinite that made me weep.
What
will survive will not be that.
I
followed her like a lost sheep.
If
love is cruel, the glimpse I had
of
happiness was just as brief
for
violence is all we know
for
sure. But as a river god,
transformed
now, I’ve taken my leave,
teem,
dense with amazed fish, and flow.
