Letter #12
Her name was Cloudier but now
known to you as Storm
never in the same place twice but
nevertheless she strikes and
illuminates a moment enough
to mistake her lex talionis for
cool vengeance of she who docks years and
subtracts pleasures judiciously saying
‘no matter how well spent
it’s spent with no account now’
Could the mind be cloudier though
and that path ahead a faultline?
So walk backwards uphill
Get nowhere on life’s treadmill
But restore the knee of wisdom
the sanity of tiny relics and sadness
of riots past and pagan screams
and all that disappeared under foot
8 January 2024