08 Aug 2016 – Dumb
(for Becca)

The words come easy now: when I’m asleep,
or waking to the sparrow’s hymn at dawn,
in traffic when the honking banshees creep
and I can scarcely hold them ’til they’re gone.

I spread my wings and throw myself off cliffs
to net the Muses whisper from the sky,
and check beneath each rose bush for the gift
of diamond dew that marks where fairies lie.

But you, my love! For you my tongue grows dumb,
and I become a witless schoolboy fool.
My eyes bedazzled! Blinded by the sun,
and eloquent indeed, as any mule!