another decade,
or year, of my faltering
hands out on dark walls

Skidding towards excellence - that's my theme for the next 15 months. 

It's been an entirely spastic season - highs and lows.  The highs of a gorgeous green christmas and family and friends huddled together alongside of the lows of medical and mental issues. 

I sometimes sit in my front room, staring out at the road, and wondering if I have energy to walk another year or more of it.  Of how much more I'll have to shoulder before I get to rest.   Of how long I can pour out of an empty cup.