the blank page...

...belies the dense day ...day thick with the fog of worry ...worry having compounded over a life ...blessed with gifts and cursed with loss ...just like everyone else on this vale of tears. a call goes unanswered... a wish bends to the wind... the wind blows my heart hither and yon... until it sinks to where it must... into a dream of falling, flying, rust. once upon a time a boy found his father when the man was at a loss what to do next and the universe quietly said: "pause, find, here."