Two Shadows

I do not doubt you;
I am doubting me.
Waiting is heavy lifting.
Unrelieving pain is pain,
clenching fingers against themselves-
(I knead. . . I need)
metal fatigue of bony springs.

The landscape is Dali:
one where two should be,
but with two shadows.

There are too many pricks
and
not nearly enough balloons.