Into the raw dark

Into the raw dark

I cast my thoughts

Happiness was just there

Skittering briefly through neural pathways

Like mercury without the poison

I would grasp it and work it into the defiant fur

Of my favorite cat

Then in the back of my mind

I bank the glowing embers of a warm contentment

Knowing that even in the land of endless summer

Storms will come

And she will blink, my familiar

Silver balls lit with moonlight drop once again into my hands

We will leave this home office and dance to the tunes only we hear

Spinning out the fear

Into the raw dark

Published by Ms. C. G. Tripp

Catherine G. Tripp, Writer/Investor a lifelong mix. Left brain and right brain battle for dominance. I wrote the marketing materials for my mortgage brokerage, had a personal finance column at, wrote essays, short stories and poems published in school papers and magazines then literary journals. If my writings were a color, they would be yellow, bright as sunlight, highlighting the salient portions, not obscuring the past but deconstructing air brushed stories, finding humor and courage in the unloved corners.

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