What may flower.

person walking on sand under blue sky

What blooms in the desert blooms quickly 

from seeds that have learned how to wait.

There’s a well in the heart of this city

with buckets of quiet. Drink.

Remember when we mourned the last

eagles, and our grief refused to quit?

When they circle again, we stand at

the living brink, whispering Rain.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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