the approach Unbearably slow how light approaches both the start of a day or astronomical winter The dark now oppressive, fog-heavy and low Records tell us light's coming if we believe in the pattern of things There’s comfort in the return as we hurtle through space all of it fathomless though we try I only know we don’t know We’re small, have no vantage on the whole No place to stand until we drop relax let go
Accepting how little control we have is half the battle!
It's certainly a start!
...all of it fathomless
though we try...
Oh how we try. Is it that or when we let go is that all of it?
Floating, falling. Dark...
We don’t know, yet here we go.
Hurtling, turning. Light...