What happens in the middle of the night on a Thursday when there is no rain

 

 

Darkness descends

 Thoughts flood

 The house creaks

Memories arise

Windows rattle

Voices whisper

Wind chimes peal

Fleeting hope surfaces

Shame and guilt

Crowd the mind

Like the streetlight

Illumines the room

Feelings flow

Like an avalanche

Of mud and muck

Blue pills of sleep

Take over soon

Dreams of  

Evil and beauty

Mingle together

To wake still tired

 Face it all again

And seek healing

For the many ills

That conquer and divide.

Day #4

Sweet cherub

With sparkling eyes

Leads me to the light.

Soaring eagle

Lifts me on strong wings

To the healing place

Gentle waters of the sea

Carry me on buoyant waves

To safety

The wisdom of the ages

Support me

As I waver on the edge.

 The universe

Lays its treasures

At my feet.

What have I to fear?

chasing shadows

She chases shadows knowing it is all just a fleeting gasp
and a dark silhouette with no substance or form.
He told her she should write it but that too
escapes her and leaves her chasing the ephemeral and the
tangible at once until she can grasp each
and make them into one.
Even though she knows when she seizes one the other
will be lost.
Yet she persists with hope against hope that for one
brief moment she will capture the shadowy dusk and know
how it feels to embrace the impossible.

as in Rome...

Angels descend on Noah’s Ark

while Curious George gets shot

out of a circus canon. The

man in the yellow hat rescues

him again from disaster.  The

boy’s steel blue eyes, coupled

with an ingenuous smile seem

bent on pursuing salvation on

the edge of a crumbling abyss.

The Christians give him a dollar

and he waits for his turn to

to be thrown to the lions. They

promise the moon but instead

deliver fables and myths that

soothe him briefly. Eight chairs

and a fly on the wall are not

enough to save him from the

hungry beasts sniffing at his heels.

At first the clamor of the

bloodthirsty mob frightens him.

His eyes grow dark, his brow

furrowed. Then he tires of the

noise and lies down, plunging

into deep sleep. Let him have

this peace for now.  Even if he

wakes to more danger his

fitful slumber offers the only

escape he knows.