I do not weep
not in barren places
nor lush
nor temperate climes between
i do not weep

no water-gouged runnels
from eye to chin
no tell-tale sags beneath
those gravity loving sacks
i do not weep

while on occassion there may occur
some flash flood folly
to wash away the grit of it all
like the desert storms it is gone
gone before it falls
soaked by a dry sandy heart
evaporated into the heat and vanished
as if it never were

i do not weep

it is not a case of cannot
nor stubborn faithless will not
simply granite-coursed veins
hard arteries and empty wells
i do not weep

be it un-grasped fatal flaw
well-loved loss of the necessary
be it the absence of a needful thing
i am not sad, nor filled with loss
i do not weep

but i move from time to time
am moved once in a while
ahead…always ahead
by lubricious locomotion
by self-impelled notions
i reach for God and I and others
or I and God and others
or God and others and I

but

i do not weep