lenten journal: notes from the road

notes from the road

we drove through a fog this morning so thick
we couldn’t see New Haven from the highway
though we could see the road in front of us
at least far enough to keep moving on

hold that thought

The particles of light in sky and sea that
look blue on the horizon is light that got lost
and never makes it all the way from the sun
leaving us with the color of longing

one more thing

small theories are what we use to explain
ourselves to ourselves—how we make
sense of where we come from and who
we think we are but nothing explains it all

and this–

this week I learned about an event horizon
which is another phrase for point of no return
in black-hole-speak but it took me to the
fog, the blue, and my small theories . . .

there’s just so much

Peace,
Milton