Having a lonely-in-a-crowd day today. Feeling very far from someone close, but all that should be better soon. It is funny how life seems to mock you sometimes. Not everything and everyone are what they seem. Luckily there are strong feelings that I trust…you know who you are!!! This week will end beautifully, continuing with a beginning or beginning with a continuation… This is a poem that has been brewing in my mind for a while, and finally stuttered into existence yesterday. It is inspired (as is my blog title) by a line/image from the troll story in Neil Gaiman’s book of short stories, "Smoke and Mirrors" (I highly recommend the book!)
I yearn for green moss,
Gaiman’s smell of damp leaf mould,
The poise and promise of fleshy puffballs,
And the startle of a snapping twig
In an Irish autumn –
The cool underneaths of things.
Deep under there, was a well of doubt
That has become an ocean of optimism.