There is still beauty in the world
the seagull wing feathered in the sand
molten and silvery
waves in motion tousled as
the son’s curls, the ocean curved around him
a wrestled embrace
white coral weathered by sun
lying in promise
The birds diving on as if they knew a secret
knew the fish would still feed them
knew God still filled the sea
knew the clouds would shift,
a shuddering of light
The womb still has its words
black spinach seeds erupting in my fingers
sprouting ground to life
rebirth in my palm
We’ll plant next year, I think
We’ll burn it all down and surge anew
The forest bed fertile green
Can you hear the crackling of air?
Can you hear the whisper of the world saying
It will be alright.
We will be alright.
If she can begin again, so can we
***If you’re like me and are grieving what’s happening in our world, here is some beauty. Share with someone who might need it today. Maybe something good can come out of this quarantine. We are on full lockdown right now and I’m taking it as an opportunity to write more. What are your self-care practices to stay out of anxiety and trauma brain?
