Poem by H.R. Harper
Your depression is doable. A quip, a backrub, a breath chasing the sun down the spine and then silence in place of either correction or sympathy. Touching your shoulder. that is so sore from the grand weight your mind entrusts to you and me. But anger? I catch the fire and we see who can burn the house down first.
HR Harper is a writer living in the redwoods above Santa Cruz, California. A student of meditation and kenotic traditions, he writes to understand the nature of human consciousness in a natural world humans seem to be ignoring and destroying. He began to publish in 2021.
