To say that 
I lost would 
be true but 
I have learned 
that even loss
brings with it
its own win
for with loss 
frequently comes start
for no loss 
is ever easy 
nor is end

I shall dip
my toes in
but I will 
no longer bathe
in this thing 
commonly called life 
I have sat
at its table 
had my fill
and I’m done 
me I’d rather 
sit under my
tree and snack
from a basket 
of music and 
poetry and dream 
for its in
these simple things 
of my heart 
I am satisfied 

I will 
have until 
I have 
no more 
and then 
I will 
wish for 
remember I
will never 
and settle 
I will 
even less

I too dip
like a ladle 
into an empty 
bucket hoping for 
water finding none 
and my thirst
unquenched remains relief
never really known 
and whilst I 
try to go
about my business 
all I ever 
think is water 
until I do 
and it is 
and I can 
at last sip

There are times 
that even I
feel like a
snowy wood forgotten
my floors freshly 
fallen absent prints 
and my boughs 
heavy with newness 
in this pristine 
I am pleased 
until at last
movement of mouse
or even man
sully this home 
then I become 
but a place 
where one is
to go sometimes