Stoned Relief

How long I’ve suffered

this crushing but well

hidden depression cannot

be determined by ordinary

means. Was it an hour,

a day, a week, months,

20 years or 29 centuries

that the beast had gripped

my heart, dragging me

under oceans of realities

mysterious confusions.

But then a miracle occurred,

sweeping over me like

the bluest blue wave off

a wonderfully remote,

sandy beach, empty of

discord and greed. That

oddly bizarre music video

of the newest Rolling

Stones single rocked into

consciousness: one already

passed, but the others in

their 80’s still cranking it

and the great lifting of

doubt happened, burning

off age’s despair and

the past’s sorrow slipped

away, the message sharp

and clear: stay the path,

keep moving, turn it up!