The world after the flood, in suspension. The weight of its waters. How to hold. How to. How. We ask until it breaks. Flutter of dove, the rush of your wings: now. Now. Now the weight of the long wait cracks against the break of this sun, light into mourning. The song of its reach a single note, like Come.
I am most moved by the culmination of this poetic journey in the phrase the song of its reach a single note, like Come, being both an invitation as well as a call to action. It feels like a beckoning to embrace the new world that awaits, to step into the light after enduring the darkness. This piece resonates with hope, rebirth, and the relentless resilience of the human spirit. 🙂
Thomas, I am so glad this resonates for you. Thank you for this kind and generous note. Wishing you a beautiful weekend. : )