Skies gray like the walls of a bus station restroom and I ache and I hear that black dog panting on the porch, he lifts a paw and scratches at the door, he growls and moans and I hide behind the curtain and peer out, his eyes are yellow like distant fire.
He knows I'm watching him. He does not care.
Some days are like this.
Just a great, long jump into the river of hopelessness. One hopes the moon rises soon to at least provide a path for such a meaningless swim into the darkness.
I wish that I could take some of this from you today -- close your eyes and send it away, a part of it, across the country and let it rest here in my backyard, under the tangerine tree who will cover it with blossoms and you'll only smell the sweet.
ReplyDeleteWow, your words are so, so beautiful - even if sad. I hope you can think of those incredible grandchildren as your beacon of light today. Sweet Jo
ReplyDeleteYou are an amazing writer. I just need to tell you that in case that dog tells you otherwise.
ReplyDeleteI hope that the black dog goes away. It is a rainy day here too.
ReplyDeleteYou really are an amazing writer.
ReplyDeleteTomorrow Will Be Kinder. Do you know that song by the Secret Sisters?
I am wishing you peace and self-love, Ms. Moon. Please talk to yourself the way you talk to all of us. With compassion.
So much feeling in so few words.
ReplyDeleteYour relationship with your dogs always makes me smile!
i agree with all the above and see in your words that you are still you under the clouds...
ReplyDeleteAmen. This feeling is rampant in me today.
ReplyDeleteMighty powerful imagery Ms. Moon!
ReplyDeleteFucking dog! There are no truisms or words of wisdom. I just hope he is gone tomorrow. xoxo
ReplyDeleteQuick! Put the Stones on and chase that dig off your porch! Feel better.
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