Draft-Resister

Today breeze-swept rains Washed Spring through my bones. Letters opened the day, As they can — I was grateful To hear of your late reprieve.

Still, it seemed that this Was like so many Other breathing days — One more pause Full of transparent Calm — which you cannot control.

I, the paralytic, The helpless friend, Must watch this ancient Spring Carry you in descent In the vortex of its rage.

Summer spends heat, Autumn's embers fall — No other season Is at war With itself like Spring, And you will wear its mark.

Now, as you thread Choice So painstakingly, You uncover all That's lost between Situation and the self.