Like a hundred jackals rapidly <br />licking the sun from the sky, <br />memories of my childhood <br />riot within my soul. <br /> <br /> <br />Their rage continues. <br />They are what they are. <br /> <br /> <br />Here, at the end of <br />all light, on a beach <br />littered with dead grunion, <br />I close my eyes. <br /> <br /> <br />I am he <br />whom I have sought. <br /> <br /> <br />Here, perhaps, I will <br />sing the songs <br />I was born to sing.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/catch-the-fog-then-let-it-go/
