L.E. Poem by Geoff Lathy

We sit and converse,
But do we build,
Or do we but lose,
Trust? And do we lose love,
In the anger-twisting
Of lost words? Or do we
Seek healing
In winter’s sanatorium,
In the cold room,
Where we gaze at each other
In frustrating silence,
Unable to unfold the rosy bloom
Of unfettered honesty
In deep winter’s gloom?
I would give you all
My soul holds, fill your
Hands with tears, nail your
Palms to my shattered cross,
But I lack the carpenter’s skill,
Have only rusted iron,
And, alas, no map
For my feet to follow.