There’s clouds
I spoke to,
yelled at
cried under
and stars I
confessed
the worst of me
bouncing prayers
off the space
between
and under moons
where useless
silver threads
failed to drown
out the blood
of my sins
as my eyes
suffered sight
to see a
way through
to the middle
where silence divides
the lines of tides
finally
releasing me
to reach the outside
Roger Singer 