I am a growing problem

Light & oxygen feed me defenseless

I am a growing problem

The one I wept before
has died
far away beneath the sea to the west,
in another language

One I wept for
the other way,
with a small cat in my lap,
has also died,
to the east,
across the sea, in another language

I am a growing problem

I feel eternity's double message
around me:

always & never, never & always;
a tumbling fall & a slap in the face;
a growing problem