We could not tell you sooner—
you had to ask the question first,
had to wonder why….
I want to say it’s alright.
I want to say you can sleep now,
but then I think of Rumi…
Come, meet your power.
Ask—what do I want instead?
On the day of least light,
two cypress trees buffer the dark
and frame the rising sun.
On your own shortest days,
shadows long on the ground…
It’s easy to love life
under blue sky,
arms thrown wide to the weather;
sun shining, highlighting
life’s soft curves….
You’ve been here before
but facing the road
doesn’t mean
you have to rewalk it…
The shutter opens by degrees,
the thin film peels away
one quarter inch at a time
as it has been doing,
as you have been doing
even as you swear you cannot…
I know you’re tired,
lurching from one exhausted moment
to the next, rushed
through life
like a cloud
at the mercy of the wind…