I learned from the flood

that it will stop raining

eventually

and the water will reach up to the eaves

submerge the roof

until the house dissapears

and so does the earth

but eventually

the sky

ceases to cry

and the flood recedes

the ground to dry

and then grow grass

and no one looking at the wildflowers

questions why they grow

because even the foolish know

Mother Nature has her reasons

And we all exist because of her seasons

I sit on the step and look at the stars

and it soothes me to know

that nothing difficult goes on forever

and the wildness will be set free

whenever

*And I can deal with a loose timeline like “whenever” because I know it will be around at some stage. Experience tells me that this current situation will move to the past. And eventually good lessons will rise to the surface that I’ll thank even this dark night for gifting me with. I can’t see all that end game right now – but it is there. Just as surely as those long dead stars that blink at me so persuasively in the night sky are telling my eyes they are alive, when I know they are actually lying. But I will forgive my eyes, the stars, the night – because I know, things are never as they seem and always as we see them. And once I see them differently, then everything will change.