Worldly suffering floats among us
It spirits
From cave to canyon
Randomly lighting
when in need of attention
From time to time with the moonlight it seeps through a crack in the plaster
And then I know it's my turn to hold it
My turn to watch it, attend for a while
So that another in this world
might have a
Break
And perhaps the more
curious
and
welcoming
toward it
the better all around
Better to not quickly wish it away
Because
when it leaves me it will light on another
To suffer
and there's no rush for that
