We took a modest hike today
along a favorite mountain trail.
The sky was clear and washed by a cold breeze
that also washed away my cabin fever just a bit.
But now I’m back in the cabin itself
and I feel the symptoms returning.
Dullness, inertia, and the nagging questions:
“Why is there something rather than nothing?”
“Who am I?”
“What shall I do?”
Questions with no answers that satisfy
the mind that is doing the asking.
Only when the breeze blows in,
whistling through the dusty spaces with a hint
that spring cleaning might be needed,
do the answers form;
Why? The imperative of Light and Love.
Who? Me.
What? The next thing.
Elucidation on these answers is a futile waste of time.
Only the breeze blowing through the cobwebs avails.
A body fever is the necessary work of the immune system.
Cabin fever may be necessary to burn away the assumptions,
projections, biases, and illusions crusting up the soul.
In any case, the clouds are moving swiftly across the sky.
I think I’ll step outside.
William Martin 