The hurricane is dying down
I hold fast to every life line
I can find
Until the ark finds it’s nest
The aftermath begins to drain
From my ribs
I squeegee the pain from my lungs
Remember how to breathe, woman
You know what to do
Eyes on that horizon far
I’m swaying from relief
To repair
To preparing
For the journey yet to come
I collect life lines like pearls
My son’s open arms
His warm eyes
Horton looking into mine
“Mommy take this,”
My heart breaks with love
Gratitude
And yearning
Swapping spoons with my chocolate baby
Giggling our pasta all over the table
Cuddling up my almost grown girl
While the sweet silence holds us
And one day I know
There will be more than crumbs
More than momentary connections
To the life that has my heart written on it
And I won’t give up
No I won’t give in
Until the promised land
Is in my arms.
The Eye of the Needle 