Strange Week

Some weeks are ordinary... regular stuff happens... and at the end of regular weeks no holes exist into which pieces of whatever happened simply won't go... there is no refusal on the part of other people to be done with it and we feel no reluctance to let the week go... then there are weeks when a hole so wide and deep has been hollowed out that absolutely nothing will fill... it's an emptiness, an absence, a failure to make sense that stands like a cloud I saw today above the mountains to the East of San Diego... no lightening or thunder... just nothing... but on the other hand what better way to close out a time of loss that can't be regained than with clouds that aren't white exactly... not black either... moving slowly but not roiling... just there above the mountains, between trees from where I sat wondering... wondering... wondering.