Am I a soul eternally sad?
God of tears, maker of blue?
Did the universe rain and flood with disdain?
Leave me stained, water-colored in shame?
Do my tears cascade into the desert part of my heart,
only to lose their vision and dry up?
Am I the weakest branch of a lifeless tree?
An ungrown seed, a mud-stuck leaf?
Is the mirror truthful, is this what I see?
Is the sullen man staring back really me?
(From the book Kairos)