stormy monday

(or March 13th)

8:42
dark thundering sky, loud roars reign.
plunging out and through the rough
plodding on, fearful, tough.
there must be an end and it won't be so dark.
does light always triumph?
not knowing - i keep going.
standing in a dark puddle will do me no good.

10:06
warm sky lightly blows by
teasing buds wink my way.
wish i could stop and sit a while
need to walk in
so painful to leave such short bliss behind
i could sob

4:17
could any storm be worse than before?
this one seems fatal
-beyond fear or caring about my existence it will swallow me whole
where will i be spit out and will anyone recognize me?
didn't know there were such waters in hell.

5:58
no way on earth!
such beauty is rare
how can this be?
moment by moment more precious than gold
exhilarating energy and joy untold
sights so pure - i don't ever want to let go.
this is worth my air and breath.

6:23
the brightest blue and deepest sky i've ever known
i'm frozen staring in awe. (he thinks i'm crazy and i don't care)
changing - still perfect.
wind, clouds and light fading, growing, takes flight
i'm wrapped in all comfort and safe beyond words.
i could melt.
has my heart stopped yet?
i can die now.