September 2, 2020

Anticipation

Something about Today feels Big.

I cannot tell, from the Outset,

whether it is Big-Good or Big-Bad,

or Both,

or Neither.

But it's Something. Some Thing

has shifted, maybe in me or 

under my feet. I slogged up this 

Hill – I can't quite remember 

now Why – and squeezed into 

a Crack

in this lichen-skinned

Boulder, my back arched

Backward to Pass Through, an 

inside-out Prayer pose, chin Lifted,

eyes Arrowed toward the 

Light at the Other End, although

it's not like I had a Choice as to 

that; once in the Corridor, I could

not turn my Head 'Round. I would

have had to back out Blind if I could

not make the

Passage.

Fog met me on This Side – the Bright

Kind, when you know Sun will 

Burn Through the suspended Water

in no Time, but until then you

Manage, taking small steps in this

land-loving Cloud, waiting, 

Waiting . . . .