Friday, September 30, 2016


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.

there is sadness
but it must be much like the sadness
a chrysalis feels 
when emerging, with wings, 
and leaving behind
 its shell