shannon halley, oil and ink on paper
4, finally sadness creeps in
I dreamed about you last night,
as usual, driving too fast
in an anger that only found its expression in traffic
I awoke relieved
not to be tangled in your quiet traffic rage any longer--
Am I happy now?
I think so, yes.
I feel alive, and the wanting pang of desire,
and the vast breadth of Being
that I had ceased to feel
with you.
Yes,
there is sadness
but it must be much like the sadness
a chrysalis feels
when emerging, with wings,
and leaving behind
its shell
