Stone

I sit with who you were to me in strength to call this pain upon myself. I sit and build a stone against the pain, draw it from your refusal, cut it as a turn away, leaving me alone. I’ll fall within my love, the blue sky bird and clouds, within myself, if I can’t set your turn still in me. I’ll be happy if I can be weak, if you help break me, make me cry.

October 1971