Back road
taking it past the valley
up into the hills
smooth slopes of grass
spreading my long coat out
and laying back
on a pillow hill
gazing up
into the high and far sky
this world that I am in
has changed so
unrecognizable
happenings
beyond my sight
scaring me to death
realizing
this is the best place
to pray for an end
and accept the possibilities.
editors note:
Resigned to what we can’t see, accepting what we’ll soon be. – mh clay