Residual Sadness

by Lake Tekapo, South Island, New Zealand, 16/03/08

I carry around a residue of sadness

Left over from some past sorrow

That I can never pin down.

This film around my heart

Has remained. And remained.

And I’m past prodding or poking it,

For still, it remains.

And now, in this post supper state,

This beer and brooding moment,

I breathe deep.

I breathe in the turquoise beauty of the water,

The playful swirls of the clouds,

The grey-green thereness of the mountains

And breathe in the now

That will never come again,

And revel in its respite.