Actually, yes.
I have moments when I forget
how beautifully you loved me;
how brutally you left me.
Actually, yes--God has abandoned me,
but the old tempestuous gods
with their thunderbolts and hurricanes
plunged through the gap in my exiled sky.

And actually, yes, I prefer them-
their ferocity and passion
rowing through the deep silence
of my ordinary life.  Above all,
I love truth and beauty--you were long
on beauty but a little short on truth.
I have cast away my useless guilt
my mother's pitiless tirades.
the road between the worlds remains open

I plow through your old emails
like an engine of tears
until I come to rest like a wet silence
trembling in every direction.
I love you. I have always loved you,
will always love you, it's just something
impractical that The Living do--this tragic passion
in which the old gods are still alive
and yes, somewhere under the hurricane,

something ancient and steady and slow
still swims steadfastly through the ocean waves
indifferent to the concept of worthiness