Godot.

Rolling gales, heavy storm-bought wails:
still stuck the hand, heavy the head,
incense sticks, tea lights and black tea,
(in vague, strict, sticky perpetuities…),

craving fables, for small perils,
hugs for irrationalities, stacked sorrows,
light (or the lightness of serenities),
counting war-wounds, sheep, wide-eyed,

digging at sorrow-sown seeds like a rook.