for friends in pain and sorrow.
we traveled together last night,
into the valley of dread and grey,
woke up depleted and desperate.
a voice gently clenching...,
saying times was up, always has been,
time to face it, and crawl away.
there is a psalm, the 62nd, in a book
lying around my house, which
i sometimes open. it helped.
now, what else is there...
job-posting: need caretaker,
one that takes the cares,
and dreams, and restless nights,
and helps me steward them
towards a grain of something
if i waste more minutes,
confused and lost...
perhaps it's good to live here
a while longer, there are co-horts
that never leave this place.
and perhaps we can write a song
in the minor key, but a song
nonetheless. perhaps even those
further down the valley will hear,
and have the courage to hum along.