Tuesday, April 1, 2025. 40.4*
Keeping watch from every window, between dense dark and the defining light of dawn, candles calm the house until like watercolor paint washing across the sky, grey silk spreads unevenly dyed behind and above it all. Warmth empowers the three to linger longer inspecting raindrops, a spider, perhaps longing for what is beyond the fence they can see through but cannot get over. Mental fences contain me, some erected as a child, some, other people placed around me. Some are falling down, some have been repaired and a few fences happily, I have reinforced with iron. If I climb over all of them into the wild of dreams, I don’t remember.
And you shall remember the whole way
that the Lord your God has led you
these forty years in the wilderness,
that he might humble you, testing you
to know what was in your heart,
whether you would keep his commandments or not.
Deuteronomy 8:2
Art: LJ Austin
