Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Depression.2

This is rough country,
Not fit for grazing horses and not spacious
But not infertile.
                   from Emily Wilson's translation of Homer's Odyssey

This space between well and unwell
where I reside in the months
when the light goes low is rough country.

All I can do is stand by the gate
and wait until the light lifts at last so
I can find my way forward to fertile ground.