Absent from my own life for some time

I knew, somewhat. Things not quite

matching. Stitches dropped. Vague sense

that something needed doing, but what that

something was escaped like mist.

Never quite enough energy to get entirely

through a day, in tact.

Waves building for years, rising,

and finally like those deep blue in a Japanese print

breaking white against cliff and sky

A matter of simple mineral

When the deficit is too large

the electrons don't fire clear

across the gap, but fall

and you follow

This is what starvation is:

phenomenal, not imaginary

I'm not back yet

but am beginning

to delineate where I've been

skry scri scry?

jjl

21 October 2011