When You Yell

When you yell I slip
far downdowndown
until I’m almost out.
When you yellyellyell
you make me want
to join a silent cult. 
I will not be sucked
up by the sound
of yellyellyell–I’ll be
lured by soft and clear and true
to a place where my ears
don’t need muffs.   

Crying

How do you know when crying is rain
that wets the dry soil for new flowers?
How do you know when crying’s a flood
that drowns the doubtful and the hopeless?
And what about the doomed?
What about the doomed?
What’s the last wish of the doomed?