SADNESS SITS...

Sadness sits like a big cat
staring into a pool waiting for the fish
to circle close to the surface.

Like the fish beneath that surface
just out of reach
my fears and grief
circle around and
around and
cannot be grasped.

Glimpsed only,
glistening
in the sunlight piecing through
the water,
avoiding the cat,
hiding under
the rocks of rage
over which
the tears of it all
pou…