Isaac

I sit in the light of my father's house.

All that's over, what went between us.

To be sacrificed, even the thought of it,

is insane, but we can live with anything-

change friends, desires, change what we covet

in our father's house, and live with anything.

In guilt there is no middle ground, in guilt

the mind revolves upon deception. Waste.

We went together to the sea and at the sea

watched sailboats tack a cold expanse.

The fact of life, he said, is that we change

each other, change, and never are the same.

Regard the shift and tend the sea

that each idea and man must cross alone.