The sky is cracked tonight. The moon slips through and the clouds dance across her slender back. I’m hunkered down here for the night in an arroyo filled with pain and I wait for her.
Knowing she will never come. My fingers lift the sand and I let it pass between them thinking about time, time that runs out. We are all just passing through this place. But I keep waiting for the sun to cry and the crow to fly. My passion has no anger. I lost it a long time ago on an island filled with Amazons.
I see myself walking and turn around and face my shadow to see if it knows me. It’s always there even at night. It just doesn’t show itself. Scared of the dark it trembles at the light.
I crawl up the canyon wall, rocks and dirt crumbling and falling to the floor on this lonely place I have brought upon myself. Sometimes I wish that I could bend but I’m the other kind.
Someone told me once that if you’re in a hole stop digging.
I’m not digging I’m climbing towards a light that doesn’t exist. Even a dog has it day.
Tomorrow perhaps I will have mine.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2018