Must I Call You Again

MUST I CALL YOU.....AGAIN? Must I call you again, onlooker at my hurt, Talking by the window, an inscape of wrecked Solitude, impugned bad manners, and the curt Commerce of refusal. Your blameless, decked Hand of fate. Capitulation, a trade or pain Of being alone. What mannered smile can lift My woebegone future for the pull of rain Making the shards of bright light shift Away from wonderment, green-begetting magic? An empowerment of the seeing eye inwards, Making whole my patchwork, your solipsism so tragic, In a smitten whorl of entire fate dragged skin-wards, Renting with ache this sojourning material, Glimpsing the light eternal, ethereal. by Rosemarie Rowley Published in IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)