The moon has once again kissed the rising sun, another day rolling into the field, quiet stillness beginning with the low angled light. It is easy to feel removed, protected by distance, sheltered by space. Actions taken can not be undone, life never returning to yesterday, or the day before. Somehow the world is different, even here, the lies and bravado carrying through space, almost like lightening. As I traverse the frosted silence, the images spinning in my head refuse to leave. What have you done? What have we done? What can be next? Answers evade, time keeps spinning.
Categories: Poetry