900 nights

One hundred fifty nights ago
I counted the time between,
The week the star-tellers told me to;
The answer, then, was 750.
They warned me not to count again.
I should have listened,
Because now I know
900 nights have come and gone
Since last I felt the rain, 
And though I'm drowning in the numbers,
There is no water here.
-Elena Nola

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Elena Nola

Elena Nola is an integration mentor, poet, and shaman-in-training. She has a B.A. in English from the University of Texas at Austin and has been discussing books, movies, and fandom online since 2009. Her poetry can be found at elenanola.com and for coaching/mentoring inquiries please visit thepatternbreaker.com.

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