laughing jackal sits beside his own trail
watching hunters peer into the ground to find him
I never know if you receive the messages I leave you, so perhaps I speak to no one.
But my thoughts are with you tonight, in the pre-dawn hours, as I drink the morning's mist and wonder at the birds who herald day so long before the sun. It is strangely still for the city, (I'll never adjust to its inescapable nature) and for a few brief moments, I can almost feel alone. I can almost stretch my consciousness wide and deep into the world, can almost close my eyes, reach out and fall in, as one can do where there is no other to remind you of your self. I can almost, and I revel in the memory of vast and empty places which are so full when there are none there to demand of you boundaries between yourself and what surrounds you. I can recall breathing with the rythem of the sun, moving with the whispers of the rock, and I can reclaim something of that peace.
I do not know why I think of you in these times. But, as ever, you are with me in my stillness.
COMMENTS
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Joli
11:32 Oct 21 2024
Loving the presence of mind this jackal reveals