Or should I just plead 
 like the blues singer  
 hit me in the eye  
 maybe then maybe then  
 I'll see better 
 because when I search the crevices of my voice 
 I do not want to say anything unreal 
 as the ancients say 
 when the clouds clear 
 we shall know the color of the sky.
When the Clouds Clear (1990). Title poem























