The Longest Day (of the year)

Half way through this year and headed toward the next, my soul turns inward and i write compulsively. Most of the words are disjointed, pieces of prose that mean nothing except to the writer. The past has pressed itself upon me with the passion of a long absent lover.

While heaving branches into the back of an old Coke truck i thought of the many people who have been a saving grace for me over the years. As i delved deeper into the memories of these folks it seemed as though these good souls had saved all the grace they had just for me.

A smile of wordless gratitude spread across my face as branches burned into a small pile of ash.

Its good to remember the goodness of others. Thanks upon thanks to all of you who i speak of, i hope you know how much you sustained me and given me hope.

And now a short poem.

Feathered white bellies
glide beneath a sky
that turns bluer
with each passing minute.
The blue turns to black
as the sun says goodbye,
and the sky weeps stars
to help pass the night away.