For Chris

You watch with an enamor of unshakable calm,
Your invisible semi-omnipotent enemies strut.
I fume, unable to help you in this or any realm . . .
Because whatever happened to ‘No matter what’?

Where are wishes upon numberless stars?
And contrived fairy tale endings?
When you only have to dream just so hard.
They’re not real, but they’re cruel enough to keep pretending.

I can only be angry at what I don’t understand.
So I scream to the wind "How can you do this?!"
And "Put the blame on me! . ." because if you don’t I can’t --
Can’t change to turn everything alright which is amiss.

It’s worst when everything’s wrong and nothing’s right
But no one will let you squirm away from the fight.
ismene 3/98

That was fun times!