Noctalgia sky grief
everyone needs a mountain. go climb with the trees.
Muir said, the mountains are calling, and I must go.
Anon said, they wait. mass consciousness bends the knee.
beyond the mountains are more mountains,
unsolvable x, they get the last word.
somewhere between the foot and the summit,
is the mystery of why we climb.
rock or boat, count your own heartbeats.
peace stands firm
on rocky measurements set by rocky law.
rise and fall, make the mountain your master.
do compassion before all thou shall not.
breathe words to life going around the roses,
in the evergreen do the positive decalogue.
what you bring in, take out, pick up the pollution.
lightning hits the roof and there’s thunder on the moon.
everybody needs a mountain. light bleeds afternoon.
see above the fata morgana. pause, inhale, exhale; recall
the exercise, the patterns of breathing, and the instrumental force.
dissolved into something complete and majestic,
count your own heartbeats in between foot and summit.
make the mountain your master. do compassion.
wait to look down upon the valley of peace. look for shadows.
no matter how tall a mountain is, it can never block the sun.
they pass around words whispered to a child under siege
reading nightmares after giving thanks.
heart of darkness follows men with failure of character.
find a porch, find a garden, free in the grace of character.
if width times height times length equals 128 feet you have a cord.
from on high… in the warmth of flickering flames,
after we have talked our extinction to death,
you looked down and exclaimed, “humanity is losing the night sky”.
losing the stars that guide,
the heroes, monsters, and myths painted in the constellations.
how many will never set eyes on the Milky Way?
city lights bleed into manmade satellite links.
there, on the side of the mountain, we sat in our emotions
of a disappearing world, in the solastalgia,
capturing the great sadness for the loss of the night sky,
name it our sky grief, noctalgia.
