I Beware

There is a distancing
Now that what we both thought
And I still think
Is for you, no longer true
Although I feel I already know
For you and for others
It is only time who is allowed to tell
Time the Judge and Time the Saviour
Until in desperation for some proof of love
You heed the evidence of a misplaced truth
And by your own foolishness
While away the days and hours
Of Time the liar and Time the slayer.

I Feel

I feel isolated
I feel
unreal,
I feel
locked up inside my outside,
I feel
restless,
I feel
discontented,
I feel
like breaking out.
I feel
unabel,
I feel
unready,
I feel
I must wait.

(Summer 1977)

Debutantes

Shaped, patterned and textured.
Delicately destined to vanity.
No core is enclosed.
Blind to the seas' secrets
Shells, exhibit themselves.

(Spring 1977)