Plaint

I don’t know nothing I didn’t know before
You can pace the floor until you fall through

Nothing there but the remorseless highway
Nobody coming this way, going that way
Cold stone sober, white rock drunk, sleeping awake

I know everything, I am nothing I was
Before the moon took my mind to the Milky Way,
After sleep arrived with the Pacific sun

But I’m older now, my dear, the waves still wild,
And I’m closer to the canyon than ever

(23 February 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander