Why am I here:

When you've written

volumes upon volumes,

and I can't string a sentence.

When you've sung

of heart and soul,

and I can't carry a tune.

When you've loved

once, one person, forever,

and I can't settle.

When your smile

was new, pure and open,

and I've become jaded.

When your first breath

may be a last,

and I inhale.

When you are lost,

maybe, I don't know.

And there's nothing

I can do.

I panic, I pray,

I can't understand,

I just can't grasp

…how I'm dry

when you drowned.


My reaction to Hurricane Katrina…my need to say, something, anything.