almost the view through my mirrored day...a day of rain came. of sudden darkness where thought tumbled across unexpected rocks and a sky bereft of sun and moon welcomed the festival parade. a day of hiding from weather and a couple of beers later where i did the most unusual thing of a public reading for an old german who liked my accent and who, having lived in edinburgh for 6 months in the 70's got me into a conversation which ended up with the sounds of scots and that he had never seen it written...luckily or not i had a poem...and others in memory...

and as the full moon festival began and i, uninspired and cloaked in a silent hour, watched and then ran, hiding from the rain which continued until at, for once a reasonable hour, the siren call of troubled dreams formed a cold embrace.

i have memories here. of this festival of a significant other who blossomed brightly for a while and then at the end of the festival i left...and here, this last week, old ghosts have found me unexpectedly vivid...but this is balanced by a friendship formed at the same time which, although a almost a decade has flowed since last we met in mutual madness remains a treasure. sometimes, i think, we see through the illusion of time and walk with our ghosts in the borderlands of self...

but morning has come and the rain ended, or paused, drinking coffee, a new room in an hour the path becomes brighter again and i find myself entranced by coming distances....