FRUSTRATION

FRUSTRATION

I can not have that shadow waiting down in the moonless valley for me.
I go down to drive it off.
Have faith and pursue the unknown end a black gurgling stream,
my staff shattering the new ice in the hollow of the bend and driving off the selfish clouds.
On the other side a fox was killing a cat.
From out here, stopped down the steep side of the hill listen at my own bark and yowl,
up there, net nest of clothes hangers still thrown down on the bed
even if my wife’s been by.

Away in my home a strict indoor light.
None of the things have meaning I found are there anymore,
neither are they here smell of crushed onion grass,
sad angry as I am at spring that morning
blossoms on the cherry tree swell and
foolish cardinal sings before the breathless sun rises.