Stricken

It was an uninvited
guest falling headfirst
horns forth
wretched iced
elephantine heft
and the all time
submarine low
landing on chests
drilling
the heart
the lungs
to the pits of
yearning.
It was the worst day's
worst year's
worst life,
fighting oceans
in the weeping,
riding breakers
with all of that raging lip
snapping chops
curled into a
howling
knowhere
or an auction
with the heavens
for retrieval.
It is the ball
of wire
savvy to open
cut love,
threading ache
and wrapping pang
in the stranglehold
of the joyful
seamstress.
It is the distant
relative to joy...
but a relative
and sister clocks
tick them together
as the war wounded
veteran might still
smile
somehow
some day.