Every so often: the comfort when a silent sun falls on you.
You unload in the noiseless daylight. Empty your heart of what angers. Wash your hands free of what worries. Look at your loved ones like you just met them. Fall in love again.
Every so often: the comfort when a quiet moon shines in you.
You peek into the night. Look at your Self in the river light.
See how it ripples and flips, mirrors and flickers.
Tomorrow, next week, later– whenever– you will be full again. Arms heavy with village and armor. You will tie your loves and duties on like friendship bracelets. They will hold you steady. You will hold them safe.
But today, every so often: the comfort when a heavy blankness falls over you. You reflect. Every pebble burbles your image, warps your smile.
You put your hands in the water, and for a few seconds only,
wash yourself away.