Disappointment poem

Even the moon sometimes fails to rise

I tried. I woke each day in anticipation

And searched and searched

And thought I was a seeker

Now I stand here calm in the night

And my heart is a patient lagoon

And my hands are comfortless trees

Look:

The tigress sleeping in the cave

Fails to wake the self

And sleeps

And sleeps

And goes right on sleeping

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