Gaelic Voices

brian holtz

Evening, maybe the blue hour, the air wraps me in a narcotic warmth. Im on a hill in a grassy field, the sounds of kids and parents cavorting in the distance, birds chatter as they settle into roost. There is a somehow Alpine-like feeling tone here, a surge of longing and emotion both yearning yet deeply at peace. It gets in my head.
And I think of my past lovers and where they are now. What are they doing this instant? Are they at peace?
The things I did wrong, can I let them go? All the chinks in our armor fade through to tip of mind and file away like a dandelion on the wind. For all the struggle, somehow I know its all alright.