How many necessary NO's have I not said
and how many YES's have I wasted?
I've kept the courtyard from flooding
by standing still in the downpour
head bowed in futile humility
fixed, unmoving, guarding the flux of time
until the rains have stopped to a full
I wonder how many bits of wood,
of earth and gold, I've allowed
to flow unnoticed- how many petals,
roses, or whole bouquets I've tossed
along the waters cupid has blessed me.
I've resisted a Lorca or two
Now, even the Dali in me is dead.
