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Imagine my lifetime of darkness.
Learning to know well
each pebble wedged in an island of sand.
And I would opt humbly
to hold but one eye toward
the swelling movement of green seas
that starves me of your world of symmetry.
I lay asleep
fat on your berries and wine
so new to me, seducing me,
thinking you a friend of mine.
And that was all, really
that I sought as a man.
Friendship is all that any man
can freely ask.
But I gather now that
I stole it from you,
and so must pay myself
with blindness.
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