shores
I am running
out of days.
Approaching the shores
of the Rubicon.
How big is the world?
Is it so big
that I can
for a time,
hide from god?
How large is the soul?
How much is lost to us
on the journey?
We spend it
at such
an alarming rate,
never stopping
to notice
the how or why.
A storm approaches,
the dawn breaks,
and all
is as it should be,
as it has always been.
Thunder and lightning
