almost there...

last year, i remembered. i was far away for the 28th...

and as the days wore on --
stripping himself of all,
surrendering himself
to the deities --

the fog conspiring with
the sky to bring good rain;
with ridges and rocks
and river falls;

-- he finds his life
re-aligned,
once again,
re-born.

a few hours more, i will greet the 29th.