Quite arid,

this Land of Depression,

lonely too.

Great expanse of sky –

low, dark, heavy.

Threats of rain constantly,

barely see the Sun.

Not a hint of The Moon

nor people.

A bit of a bubble

this Land of Depression.

Claustrophobic,

hard to breathe at times!

Grasping for something  –

any thing –

to emerge from The Abyss,

to remain afloat,

to see with texture and color,

to re-member what matters.

Just a taste will do

in this Moment.

An inkling of Light,

even in the imagination,

a means to navigate

in this Land of Depression