Sometimes,
I can see it getting closer,
But mostly, it’s really far away.
I try hard to keep it from coming back, but I can’t.
It’s fierce, lively, bright, sharp, glorious, and terribly sad, all at the same time.
Even from a distance, its force brings me to my knees.
I try to catch it, to hold it, to contain it. Rings of sage and flashes of yellow burst forth, laughing,
Laughing at me.
You’re a fool for trying.
I push it away, but it surrounds me, invades me, makes me small.
It’s always there. It’s everywhere.
Have mercy on me.
I’ll fall on my way back to where I thought I was going, again.
Again.
