For broken dreams,

the cure is,

dream again and deeper.

~C.S. Lewis

this pursuit of living…

inquiry for today~ give in to the not knowing…

like the first time…

I wake and spend

the last hours

of darkness

with no one

but the moon.

She listens

to my complaints

like the good

companion she is

and comforts me surely

with her light.

But she, like everyone,

has her own life.

So finally I understand

that she has turned away,

is no longer listening.

She wants me

to refold myself

into my own life.

And, bending close,

as we all dream of doing,

she rows with her white arms

through the dark water

which she adores.

~Mary Oliver