In chasing what we want    we learn  
too late   our mistake

an ornate cask   unable to hold
anything

a colourless town    a dreary task  
a heart of love run dry

the sky    not blue enough    your
kids move far from home

a wasp drowns in your afternoon
coffee

the oyster shell is broken   & the
pearl flawed

Open your fist   there is a balm
there is an open palm