Retreated

Ah. So I guess I retreated once again into a fog, a cave, a secret but not entirely safe place. Now, today pull myself back to the light. I loose days with my (slow) pace while the world spins over a thousand miles per hour, seventeen miles a minute. It circles the sun at 67,000 mph (17 miles per second). The sun circles the galaxy at 450,000 mph which is 125 miles per second. How can I keep up?

At that pace, how can I find you? The days offer no revelations. And nights hide all but the road, the lighted path. I let gravity coax me along a spiral trajectory to ride a corkscrew’s cutting edge. I seek comfort in dark canopies and closed eyes. And surrender to quiet spaces, dark retreats.

I started a message but it turned into something else. I thought it might expand like the universe as a poem through time. It might find a way to you. A comet tumbles from beyond Kuiper to careen close enough to ignite a long luminous banner to unfurl in the solar wind as it slingshots around the 450,000 miles per hour sun. Near death, a brush with annihilation. Along a dark path. I (did get kind of lost those last days and) struggled through them. Nothing though like a near-fatal crash. A bit melodramatic in comparison.