The Weathervane

Embrace the dark days, feel their weight

Simon Heathcote
Know Thyself, Heal Thyself
1 min readMay 5, 2023

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Photo by Rob Wicks on Unsplash

And suddenly, a mood descends.
I have no idea why — stopped looking
for answers some time ago.
But perhaps a distant planet passed
down the street or a god
caused — or took interest —
in my old bones, my weary lament.
I know on days like these I
must down tools
stop & acknowledge what I imagine
as an obscure request to hold the weight of this
sad world for a day — or more.
As if He is saying, ‘see how heavy
it is? I carry all this.’

And for a time the light is hidden
& I am all cloud, grey & sagging.
But I have a remedy —
if the sun happens to be in season as now
I sit on the balcony & drink coffee
read words of inspiration
let happiness trickle back
beneath warming rays
piercing the cells in my body &
pray not for change but to accept
I am just a weathervane.

Copyright Simon Heathcote

This one is a response to Elena Cooper
& a thank you

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Simon Heathcote
Know Thyself, Heal Thyself

Psychotherapist writing on the human journey for some; irreverently for others; and poetry for myself; former newspaper editor. Heathcosim@aol.com