the firefly express

I'm feeling cranky. Therefore, you all get to read an excellent poem by Czleslaw Milosz instead of hearing me grumble. Enjoy!

So Little

I said so little.
Days were short.

Short days.
Short nights.
Short years.

I said so little.
I couldn't keep up.

My heart grew weary
From joy,
Despair,
Ardor,
Hope.

The jaws of Leviathan
Were closing upon me.

Naked, I lay on the shores
Of desert islands.

The white whale of the world
Hauled me down to its pit.

And now I don't know
What in all that was real.

--Czeslaw Milosz