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.
