Re-fusal

 

I refuse

to exhaust myself

in you.

to wither mutely

in the red

fortifications of my heart.

to gag my senses

and drape salty layers of

endless white over

my landscape,

ocean and sky.

to hem my soul

in the sodden corners

of material darknesses.

to lose the

little

that I possess

in the

illusion

that I'll gain

a lot of that

which I do not

require.

I refuse.

to evaporate

from

my own eyes.

I simply

re-fuse.

Fuse

with the breeze

dipping into blades of grass.

Drip

with thick clouds

moving heavily

over golden wheat fields.

Blend

with the sun's warm rays

in February's winter.

Mingle

with profoundly sudden

blooming of coral jasmine.

Undulate

with the giant white whales

in their ancient,

often mute,

existence.