Fiercely
and mercifully just—
As
balm is to a wounded heart,
And
bane to an incurably sick one.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
One stifling moment you are
Here, the other else-
Where, the persistent
Question of why remains
Hanging, ambivalent
In the unmoving
Liberating air.