So I fill in the blanks.
It is, and
and every now and then
it will be.
I ask myself that every day.
When the power goes out, the day starts to fade, and nobody will answer
there is nothing to do but ride with it. Escape
in a world behind closed doors,
under beds and through secret attic rooms.
To let the universe take you as its own.
It knows when. Stop and sit a while it says,
and moves in unapologetically.
When I camp in the wilderness, the trees and the desert,
I go back to the earth and I wake feeling as if some important work has been done.
And I am no longer running along the surface of life but rather grasping to roots underground.
There is more of a life there anyway.
I belong to this land now and it welcomes me.
I think I'll stay a while.