10 june

In short, there's a long way to go. Hold forth but not north, go down but not out. A voice in the street that calls up to the windows: who will answer? Dark parked for hours while the sun makes its plan. Scan the sky for clues to use in tracking the stars and leaving the scars alone to imagine healing. Reeling from feelings and stepping away: nothing at all left to take from today but an imbalancing -- the challenging forecast that's wrong once again. Handle the scandal of turning away when I'm talking to you -- walking through you to some other door -- no plan after all, no candidates for the cattle call. Tune to some other frequency and hope it's higher up as I cup my ear to listen.