When the darkness of life closes around me,
Crashing down walls made of thickest anxiety,
I internally shudder and gasp for breath while
Walking to the fridge for some cheese.

My friend,

Hear these words as they fall
From golden fingertips
Upon the mashed and pulp-ed bark
That paints our thought on page’s script.

Heat blasted from the dashboard into our car
Battling against the wintry chill as I gazed
Out through the windshield at a brilliant star.

Searching for a navigational anchor
My memory dredged through old knowledge, unfazed,
Evoking the constellation Ursa Major.