to lie down in the darkness,
in the hardness
of existence
and rest a while seems
but a dream to forever
chase through the muddy
effluence of being
that is life.
to lie down a while
while waiting to take
the next step in the plodding
ever onward darkness,
night unending.
I will wander in the
darkness for more
than a few hours --
I think
it does not seem
like I will ever reach
the tree at all.
© Eleanor Clark
26 August 2016
