ACTIVIST

Into which of my poems
will I conceal you, preserving
your anxious appeal
preventing your sacrifice
to silence, my fate in these
words, overwriting your
closeness to me, yet here
only will I be free, sitting
near the window, the rain
constant, drops hitting the
walk in muted explosions
sealing the night behind
a drenched curtain and
preoccupations to stay dry
thoughts, weather occupied
while I fold your safety
into this apparent freedom.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    May 31, 2009
    Palmares, Costa Rica