I enter

the budding of a flower

To give birth

but why you, the grim reaper

Built a strong chamber for my heart

Fragile as a china doll

Give much thoughts to my deeds

you naughty child of God

My thoughts restless

as sand flowing through

my hands

I enter

you go above the clouds

beckoning you, enfolding you,

closing the gap of our surrender

Grivas writes from North Cape May.