Feeling

Feeling is all my wealth yet I fear it
For it can flood me and sweep me away
It can burn me to a crumble of ash
Leave me lost and confounded, blank and bleak

Inner ordinary is awesome
Prey pursued by Blake’s tiger in the sky
But missed, not available as cat’s kill,
Slipping word’s claws or any clause of law

Hopeless then to try the taming of me
And yet I do and even find instants
And instances of harmony that’s true
Or seems truly tuned to deeper than me

I know always I cannot capture what
Captivates me, sets me free to be