take my hand and climb with me…
Adventures in Solitude ~ The New Pornographers
Dawn breaks, unbroken. Tissue taut and twisted, weary as the wind. Searching for grace in the nothingness of space. Cruel crushing rocks, trial by passage, our unrelenting Symplegades. Hung by a thread. Above a wide open well. Fashion a bandage of words, cold pressed for comfort:
“ Expect nothing. Live frugally
on surprise. ”
~ Alice Walker
Faith to the wandering. Strange strength in poetry, enough hope to rise. And stumble on.
To pay off a debt brought back from the wars…