Perhaps the heavens opened in storm to remind her of wave
A needed wash of the tides that will recede once more
Discomfort of the cold and wet to feel her warmth
In tired limb and lacking spirit a thought that maybe humanity can be found
Simplicity of connection and trust of those who stand in show
Words of selfish silence seemingly echo in slow
Looking in the mirror she sees us all
Floundering at dusk and rising in hope
Hold on to that wishbone friend, we might have nothing more
Today
She allows the rain and darkness to consume her in gentle whole
With a glimmer of faith
That after it is all done
She will feel herself and walk in stride once more
~Alisa Hutton
