Parked my car, woman In the next car, sobbing. I Want to comfort, can’t.
Grief and heartache wracks Your chest, deepest tensions are Loosed, new light enters.
I’m wholly other. Here but not really here. I’m Nothing you’d expect.
Hairy hands, broadly Built blacksmith, craftsman, barrel Chested, devoted Husband to Laura. Of the Tuatha de Danaan. All was green forest. “Patience,” he counsels. “For
Overcome I amBuoyed up in a current ofMagnetism, I Tingle with its force.So much, I struggle to holdMy feet on the ground. Shuttles forward andBackward
All of this happened Before, will happen again. I see the writing On the wall. It says, “You might as well enjoy it.” I embrace