Waiting for the Song to begin

 

 

 

It is i, who walks silently past the weeping shadows

 

It is i, who wades along the shore, listening to the raging sea

 

It is i, who collapses in pain, tormented by sorrow

 

It is i, who sits by the reeds,

 

                                                     alone,

 

                                                                     waiting for the song to begin

 

 

Ocean Beach, San Francisco 8/18/89