Don't you worry
sanity could never be enough.
Raging against a northerly gale
and not blown off your feet
neither will your words be heard
but don't worry, this is poetry.

Don't you worry
there's no one right answer.
Raging waterfalls of hair,
echoing canyons focussing...what?
Before and after hell can reign
don't worry, this is poetry.

Don't you worry
silent, unhurried truth stays close.
You'll remember, on the million mile trek,
sleeping so well in my embrace;
remember what's accepted in dreams.
What's not reduced to ash, it is poetry.