CERTAIN TIMES

She has left behind her certain times
That she did not understand.
Those moments when, being of a mind
To act, she acted out of hand
And gave up thought for the sake of voice.

Instead, she gathered up the chat and noise
Of feelings, flight, desire, pain,
Mounted in heart within her brain
And gave the world all that she had.
She found the good in doing something bad.

She spent, and fled, and struck the cheeks of time,
And kicked dreams into the shadowed shed of mind
And lurched, and loved, and said her say,
Making the harm sufficient to the day.

And later, much, more settled in her lines,
At home with things uncertain, unrefined,
Less driven to some lost duty to a vague divine,
She has left behind her certain times.