Sal Randolph

I Will Go

The HVAC system is shuddering and weeping, the climate is deteriorating, people are moving from place to place out of need and greed both. It cannot be made whole at the same time as it cannot be parted from itself, this world. It’s almost funny, but we’re better off not laughing. I will go. I will go on a small pilgrimage in the spring air. I will go to see the paintings of snow coming out of a night sky. I will go to see the sharp white flakes and the blurred ones. May the night sky come close to me. May I stand there at the edge of the water and feel the snow accumulating on my garments. 

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