“I’ve heard of living at the center, but what about
leaving the center of the center?
Flying toward thankfulness, you become
the rare bird with one wing made of fear,
and one of hope. In autumn,
a rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind.
Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout
as fast as it can.
Talking is pain.
Lie down and rest,
now that you’ve found a friend to be with.”
(taken from ‘The Sea of Tears’ by Nani Power)