One-Legged Stool

Chair in Woods

I’m so tired

If I complain
my frustration is met
with hostility

If I am wronged
I must not have been
understanding enough

If I suffer
I must have deserved it

In the end
I just want someone to say:
“I believe in you”
“You’ll overcome it all”
without taking faith away
when they feel like it

Drenching Rain

Umbrella-less pedestrians
Smile at each other in drenched pants and dresses
Beneath the pouring rain, strangers cluster
The tourist and the elite both under the Marriott
Students and elderly visitors in front of the Hospital
Others dance in the rain, slim bodies laughing
And the woman in the green skirt sits at the palazzo
In front of the fountain, she waits
A generous muse anticipating her artist