Yearning

v2

After closing the door five in the morning
still dark I felt at once a yearning
freed from me leaving
a trail of sadness that pulls down.

My mind fails to fumble, my heart
unable to tell the name of this yearning
now concealed under a coral on the bed
of a sea called Regret.

Some months after I left the congregation
I found it after I hit my fist
on the wall of my room
in Santa Maria.

Like a pupa it was wrapped by its own arms
and legs eyes closed sitting in darkness
there in the hole where I left it
sleeping
still unnamed.

As I closed the door
five in the morning
still dark
I felt at once
a yearning
freed from me
leaving a sadness
that slowly pulls down.

My mind fails to fumble,
my heart unable to tell
the name
of this yearning
now
concealed
by a sea of oblivion.

Some months
after I left the congregation
I found it
after I hit my fist
on the wall of my room
in Santa Maria.

As if a pupa
it was wrapped
by its own arms
and legs
eyes closed
sitting in darkness
there in the hole
where I left it
sleeping
still unnamed.