This silence is my companion now. I ask: <i>of what did my soul die?</i> and the silence answers <i>if your soul died, whose life are you living and… - Louise Glück

I’m an opportunist—I always hope I’ll get material out of any activity. I never know where writing is going to come from

Liberation

My mind is clouded,
I cannot hunt anymore.
I lay my gun over the tracks of the rabbit.

It was as though I became that creature
who could not decide
whether to flee or be still
and so was trapped in the pursuer's eyes-

And for the first time I knew
those eyes have to be blank
because it is impossible
to kill and question at the same time.

Then the shutter snapped,
the rabbit went free. He flew
through the empty forest

that part of me
that was the victim.
Only victims have a destiny.

And the hunter, who believed
whatever struggles
begs to be torn apart:

that part is paralyzed.

Summer after summer has ended,
balm after violence:
it does me no good to be good to me now;
violence has changed me.