January 21st, 2019

Maybe the moon and the stars want to take us by surprise. It’s that simple.

I broke my own rules this morning to read the news headlines, and to learn what the scientists can predict. Posted at ten thirty p.m.: Tomorrow morning will bring the chance of a lifetime.

So I am up and out the door. But the blood moon has rolled over and pulled the thin blanket of clouds with it. The sky reflects a sickly orange spill from the green houses in Bore.

I feel that I’ve written that sentence before. I’ve written about how we impose on the world.

But still, this morning was once in a lifetime.

Sporadic hail through the tree branches.
The dog tugging the lead,
still unlearning to hunt. 

 

 

 

Posted in: Journal, Poetry

3 thoughts on “January 21st, 2019 Leave a comment

  1. You know the advise about 5-a-day for your heart and health. My new year resolutinons also include 5-a-day for my soul.
    Reading your beatiful texts has become one of them.

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