As the Sun burrows No.14
SIGH No.14
I have not much to give
This night, I know not if the moon is silver or gold
My body and mind are used up like a candle
Burnt too long in an unwatched room
I feel not Badger, and Rats countenance slips from round my face
To sit in my upturned hands like a mask
And I stare into the back of the world cradled in them
And cannot make sense f it
Its geometry
I have no words for my heart
But in the darkness
I light a candle still
I will acknowledge the unknowing
I will walk the path
I will stop at the altars
With oils and candles and incense
And care for the animals
Attend them
For in time the unknown may become known
Until then
I, like badger will sleep
I am not granted a season of sleep
I will rise in the morning and return to my labors and joys and worries
And should there be trouble
I might only hope
That it be easy trouble
