Hibernation

A long winter here in the badlands.

A galaxy of time expands

before it is over;

without warning I am showered

by meteorites,

or is it hail? It’s hard to tell.

We have all done wrong

and been forgiven.

Some secrets hiding out,

never spoken of.

There is a place between

Shame and Fortitude

where they sleep, curled up

and warm, by the heater.

They wake, stretch, and remind us of our indiscretions,

then settle down again into slumber.

-A.Graf