Norwottuck

Arrived at the top of the small mountain
like a winded, dented can of soup.

The pilgrim must, before all else,
be humble. 

Sturgeon Moon Walk

Set out on an hour walk at 9:30.
Humid night, mostly quiet, suburban to rural continuum.
Walking the main road without light is probably a bad idea, though I've done so for years.
Detour into the subdivisions hearing air conditioners.
Television (or whatever it's called these days) glowing through the windows.
Glimpses of the surreal- enormous images on wide screens.
Some light their entire perimeter.
My presence alerts a small house dog inside.
It barks, just doing its job.

I like the darkness better. The bat that swoops my head to get a better reading. The full moon rising silver over the tree tops - a sturgeon moon, from the Algonquin, named when the rhythms of things probably made more sense.

I am sweating, moving.

Cotton underwear and t-shirt are not the best idea,
but I'm only out for an hour, just getting started,
not bearing a load.

I seem to see possibility.
Am I actually looking forward?

April

In my head, a long walk in a far away place seems like just the thing. I've got some ideas brewing. Finally feeling good enough to look forward and conceive of a goal. 

Tonight

She feels anxious
Depressed
Exhausted
In pain
Unstable

She wants a
Psychiatric evaluation
A diagnosis
Answers
Clarity

You're a living person
On a dying planet
In rapidly changing times
Alive
Stay like that