From the Foothills: July 2025

Saturday, July 26, 2025

Between us was a silent music

Like the symphony of stars in concert

No notes - only the particles of light singing

When I stood across from you

I radiated music

We heard the thunder rumble and saw black clouds in the sky

They covered the sunshine, mostly

And the dust began to fly

The wind came coolly blowing and we inside our shelter hid

We thought it would come a downpour

But it never did

I’ve had enough

I’m going to sleep

There’s nothing else that I can do

Too tired to solve problems, now

Too weary to compare the issues

Nothing makes sense after midnight

No good can come of late night schemes

Even the wild hairs are lying flat, now

As I toss and turn to find my dreams