Whether I’m alone now
Because I’m tired of getting hurt
Or I’m tired of hurting others
Somewhere I lost track
Maybe it’s both
I’m not sure
What needs to change
What needs to heal
What I need to fix
I’m not sure
What needs to change
What needs to heal
What I need to fix
Even the appearance of a rainbow
Cannot dispel the darkness
So I plumb the darkness
Seeking the rainbow within
The wind, soon enough
Will blow the fog away
And there will be I, the mountain
I remind myself
The fog sometimes reveals
A scale and depth
Often obscured by detail
Smoky.
The smell of a campfire.
But the nearest fire set a hundred thousand trees alight, a hundred or more kilometers away. I wonder, was that one lightning? A cigarette? A carelessly managed fire?
Of course
I often manage
To imagine something
Stranger still
Where the sun
And the clouds
And the smoke
Interplay
Where the river
And the rails
Run in parallel
Display
Until I went exploring
Their loves and lives
All but lost to us
Except for edifices left behind
A story told in rock and refuse
And daytime dreams
Of my construction