Vindication of an Irrational Psyche

On those days you walk out

of a recent love

You feel like a woman

in labor.

That moment

of sudden calm, comes unexpected

as you push your despair out

and lie back, tired.

as if in a post-coitus carelessness.

The nights come back

like a recurring full moon

spreading silver, As you see

time, spread out

like a fisher man’s big catch

of the day.

You become

Spring, infertile

as you bury deep

the desires

from that nether land.

Only to sprout

alphabets, poems

and silence

in your eyes.