#nothiding

I wrote this in 2019, it appeared in my Facebook memories this morning, strangely prophetic now ...

It’s all widdershins.

Don’t speak to me of retrogrades, a moment, a passing by in the sky of the malign and mischievous.

No.

The world is turning the wrong way.

And everything that was solid is now made of glass.

Brittle, shiny and treacherous.

Dazzling mirrors of danger, and stage left when you are holding everything in your right.

The little gods are quiet, burrowing deep, they’ve seen it before.

The crossroads are howlingly empty.

The paths are hard to find, and moving all the time, and - not so safe.

Fill your pockets with stones to find your way home. You know it.

2/4/19

Photograph of the Yellow River, Rebkong, Amdo