Come and Go

It comes and goes. Times come and go. We had a good time. We had a bad time. It was a hard time. Hard times hard times darken my cabin door no more.

I am struggling because something is going that I want to hang on to. A few years. A dream made real for a few years is a gift. a blessing. and I'm looking at the loss, instead of at the gift. And there is residual.

Hate to use that word from my life in the grid. But..... it is what I know.

There are three babies gestating in the back yard. There might be one in Pa, too. Two last year, a couple the year before, five in all, I think. He's getting quite a family. Ghost is.

So, can I open my hand and let it go? Do I fool myself that hanging on will slow things down? Just make it harder. Rope burns.

Its fucking cold this morning, but it is March. And every fool knows that spring comes in March. It does, you know? Spring comes in March. And Oester comes on the first Sunday after the first full moon, after the equinox. Did you know that? It does.

It comes. It goes.