Friday, April 30, 2021

I am powerless before you. The wind whips through, all is upended.

Tomorrow will never come, all these hopes for the future are mist.

I search and wait for you. Where are you?

You were here all along, not hiding in tomorrow nor over the ridge. Sitting next to me, walking with me as I attend to my chores.

Let me remain powerless, stuck in the now, for this is what is real. You, perfect supply, here with me.

(Letter #2,302)