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