It's physical, chronic, quite actual, and much too personal to share in detail, so I headed West for a moon view at 9PM. I wandered , watched other humans interacting, listened
to cicadas hidden in the foliage still calling out in the chill sixty
degree air. My thoughts drifted from dark to light and back again, but
their song made me feel less alone, and deeply comforted.
"you must rise above
the gloomy clouds
covering the mountaintop
otherwise, how will you
ever see the brightness?"
covering the mountaintop
otherwise, how will you
ever see the brightness?"
~*~
