Voice of Despair
It was worth it, but now I don’t know. So I have come back.
There was someone waiting and waiting. Then it turned out to be me.
Cold in a warm wind, I buried deep in a foolish fear that came on out of season, out
of loss, out of character. The wind swarmed up the canyon. I hammered my fears to the
earth, holding my straw hat tight against my head in the failing light.
So I have come back. It was hungrier than I imagined. Then I imagined more.
Bluer than that. The valley crying, the mountain burning the air blue, the sky. Bluer than
I built another world around me, larger this time. A plume of smoke rises from a
distant ridge. Someone will need me again, holding my straw hat tight against my head in
the failing light. They will. I’m sure of it.
Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.