Such Sorrow
There is a bird whose voice
it seems bewails some great loss,
somewhere over there where
the long sea wall falls
away to nothingness,
and the sky fails.
I have no notes to equal this
although, like you, I've tried
and doubtless given time, shall try again:
but for the very life of me
I do not know why or what the loss
nor of its tense, the past or morrow
nor even whose the solitude,
such human sorrow.