The hiker walked forward, lantern in hand.
The oil would run out eventually, but the stars weren’t bright enough tonight…
The hiker walked forward, lantern in hand.
The oil would run out eventually, but the stars weren’t bright enough tonight…
What do you give when you have nothing
left to give?
Do you ever really have nothing left?
It feels that way, I realize,
but isn’t there a reservoir
of something adjacent to guts,
darker than courage,
grimmer than heart?…
I love the moment
when I wake up
and don’t have to get up
just yet…
good for them
for putting together a recording
learning something they like
hopefully appreciating it more
A sign of peace, hope,
never fluttering, waving…