Why

By Fernando Gallegos

I wounded the rose
Petals broken
The thorns felled by bare hands
The sprit, unrecognizable

I damaged the window
Heavy heart through lead and green, red, blue
The stained glass
Now, a mosaic on the floor

I crippled the moon
Asked for light it could not give
The anguished dreams
Pushed it beyond our orbit

I drained the oceans
From a thirst for closure
An unanswerable why
Why, me. Why, love. Why, you