Of Loss And Gain Poem by Frank Bana

Like pouring whiskey down a sink
Spilling coffee beans or ink
So do I drink my deeper life away

With papers laden on my knees
And fields to cross before I freeze
I sharpen up the millstones every day

Scattered seeds on smoking ground
Clattered keys of pianos sound
White on dark, turning black on grey

Cracking eggs upon one table
Casting notes as I am able
Let me out, I'm soaking from the rain

Kept by restlessness from rest
Tempted by childhood regress
Into the cage where songbirds go insane

Here the shadows toss the leaves
Winter hearts stand still to breathe
The shallow air, the things of loss and gain.