Two days.
That’s all it took
For madness to return,
On finishing what I had hoped to be
My final poem for at least
Two months.
Such is the reality
Of living in the heart
Of prophetdom:
The moment one presumes
One deserves a rest,
Debilitating, self-destructive, damnable
Depression like a desert storm
Descends upon one’s defenceless head.
Jerusalem
14 June 1992