Reflection on the sea between Lorca and Dali

How many necessary NO's have I not said

and how many YES's have I wasted?

I've kept the courtyard from flooding

by standing still in the downpour

head bowed in futile humility

fixed, unmoving, guarding the flux of time

until the rains have stopped to a full

I wonder how many bits of wood,

of earth and gold, I've allowed

to flow unnoticed- how many petals,

roses, or whole bouquets I've tossed 

along the waters cupid has blessed me.

I've resisted a Lorca or two

Now, even the Dali in me is dead.