A Poem on Exhaustion
Tired
The courage to go on
Without sign or post or guide
Is failing now.
I cannot see beyond
To any season that would draw
My heart to sing.
My fears and tears and
Wailing thoughts drown out
The softly lapping
Waves of Possibility.
I yearn to end the effort
With a quiet disappearing.
A sideways slip to some
Suspended plane
Where neither touching nor not touching
Causes pain.
The longing strings a stone
Around my neck, outweighing far
The morning light
Or Springlit song of nesting ones.
I feel no calling
Now to write or rhyme or reason.
Still less to struggle to
Explain or beg.
I do not feel so much for any cause
But sleep.
Soft, warm slumber
Wrapping round me like a hug
Without the asking.