That this new task consumes my thoughts,
Or I would pine for you to no end,
I would listen to Le Gibet one more time,
Or maybe Schubert’s trio
To remind me of my particular pain,
And remember Tanne’s tale of destiny.
I would smile but sigh in the strongest wind,
Walk out in the rainiest day to rage…
I would seek the elements, my true friends,
For I do not think people ever look at me.
But the clouds do, and the trees,
And perhaps the animals know me best,
Or the stars that watch me so intently.
No matter, I will busy myself until…
Until the icon, the interaction is gone.
January 1996
