In a Clearing

I sing “broken hearts make it rain” as the sun and rain fall filling ponds.

In one moment, heart shatters. There is a longing to reach out, to hold on. There is the heart’s pull. A magnet. Searching for a string. Our reach misses, we fall.

Blood smeared. We are reminded: You are alive. You are strong. 

Sometimes when I am feeling like death, I remember the poets. They will meet me and stand on the bridge where my firey dragon resides and burn in the fire with me.  

I am reminded to slow the fuck down. Even law enforcement is signaling, gesturing. I pull over and hear the universe roar.