For the most part
it's fine,
in the odd way
that fine can be.
Not fully whole,
a small bit displaced,
hankering still,
but adequate and
present.

But before it's all
mistakenly quoted,
I assure you that fine
is purely devoted,
to me.
And I know this
to be true as
again the sky opened,
as again the lids
of my eyes obey;
Blinking with the tides,
the way they always do.

e.campagna