Image: Unsplash, downloaded (https://unsplash.com/photos/time-lapse-photography-of-roadway-kwXwZxKVgao) 28. 9. 2024.
Some Comfort
All those heavenly bodies, for instance, & the walks beneath,
are reminders to find what larger things rise
through the lonely windows all TV tube blue-lit
guideposts left on for the returning.
Surely the stars see us there as prayers through sorrow
& foretell the shoulders we own in darkest night,
in long day's journey, in perils unmentioned.
The stars don't disappear then or through screams, or smoke -
hope's cold fire glowing to give color a notion of warmth.
Now it is bell-clear belief beyond the perverse adversity
which we do not always have to suffer.
Yes, even the wise blind can choose heavens,
any memory's solace, for what shall be as it should
right as any stranger wayfaring in the big bed of this dark sky
stretching over Earth.
About the Author: Stephen Mead is a retired Civil Servant, having worked two decades for three state agencies. Before that his more personally fulfilling career was fifteen years in healthcare. Throughout all these jobs he was able to find time for writing poetry/essays and creating art. Occasionally he even got paid for this work. Currently he is resident artist/curator for The Chroma Museum, artistic renderings of LGBTQI historical figures, organizations and allies predominantly before Stonewall, The Chroma Museum.
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