I’m in history no cleaner

than when I was born.

But I’m aging.

Lord I’m aging.

I’m in breadth a mere fraction

of a salt-water kiss.

But I’m swimming.

Lord I’m swimming.

I’m in height a mere

stone beside the mountain.

But I’m growing.

Lord I’m growing.

I’m in warmth no colder

than the winter.

But I’m freezing.

Lord I’m freezing.

I’m in heart no braver than

a boy.

But I’m bruising.

Lord I’m bruising.

I’m in morning no more sober than

the evening.

But I’m breathing.

Lord I’m breathing.

You’re at home and I’m just seething.

But I’m leaving.

Lord I’m leaving.