FOR PAUL KLIENMAN , M.D., WHO HAS NO IDEA
OF THE LOVELY GIFT HE GAVE…
And I was running in the Park late
In the Dark
And Dew was sleek on sharp green
grass blades
In the Dark
Beneath the Lake a Child was drowning
In the Dark
And I was lost and looking for You
In the Dark …
The sky was paling like a new life
being born in my mind
And Birds were talking in the Trees
Among Dark Leaves
I thought I felt the Blast
of Sunlight on the Other
Side of The World
as my boots stepped along the banks
of Rocky Shores …
Because a Child is Drowning
in Black
In the Dark
And no one knows about the Monsters
In the Dark
And there was Heat Beneath the Night’s Chill
In the Dark
And the Sun Rose
but I was still left
In the Dark …
APRIL 1988