10/19/05 Poem by Victoria Gauci

I have as heavy a heart as I imagine it would be,
To try and move a mountain into the sea,
What am I to do except wait it out,
Till the tide rushes in or the snowcaps melt,
My legs twitch and my arms are unsure,
The touch of a hand to ease my spur,
Trembling in the wake of an imaginary ocean,
Wanting to stand and cry wretched raw emotion,
A bittersweet longing on my tongue to taste,
Nothing but sadness my mind cannot erase.