In a murderous time
the heart breaks and breaks
and lives by breaking.
It is necessary to go
through dark and deeper dark
and not to turn.
I walked home in darkness surrounded by new friends, laughter and the sound of startled goats.
Their bells clanged as they ran up the hill like apparitions in the moonlight.
The path that had been long and unfamiliar just a day before now familiar even in darkness.
There is a lesson there somewhere.
Is the lesson about goats or friends or the tiny beams of shared light that illuminated the path?