For too long your neediness
has decided and divided my days.
Your grandiosity fooled me,
gathering my fine chaos
smothering my arder
with order.

What was my part in your conspiracy?
Love of money or ivory tower,
cars, status or power -
all cracks in the crust of self
exposing my soul.

You cunning combatant
in this time war,
you – boss, pride, profits,
rage of rejection,
efficiency and objectivity

You thief of my moments
with plants, prayers and poets,
Bach, Whitney, Rumi, and Rohr,
with birds and cats, clouds and seas
lover and friends, grass and trees.

I am your protector
and you - my thief.

03/17/2002

Posted on 03/17/2002
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