Loess's reply
by David Menzies

I said nothing, and she walked away— 
The same as yesterday 
When I told myself, 
Tomorrow. I'll be older then, 
Older and I'll have more sense. 
 
But I've always been aging, 
Wetting the grains for more stages 
Of this world as it might be, 
And letting them dry as I make pleas 
Up to starry nights that just blink 
In disbelief at the way I think ... 
Like there was something else to do 
With a mind but picture views 
And hope they were seen 
By someone else, too. 
 
She only seems to come 
To ask why I have shunned 
Forming things in all this sand 
Around me. 'For all of your praying, 
It dries resolutely, molded or not, 
 
'Unanswered, it just never did a lot.'