Fragile strands of hope
Adrift at sea, lifeless, mere driftwood in the doldrums,
Dear God deliver us from this desperate dream
Have mercy-throw us a line.
Lift us up above the relentless rips that ride us roughshod across the sands.
How little can we live off?
Give us some crumb of comfort
Let us know that tomorrow will bring new hope on the horizon.
It is a wild place
No comfort for those who care.
We are foreigners in a flawed landscape
Fettered by our need to belong.
© Alison Jean Hankinson.
We have been through much this last year, and it seems like each day brings some new horror but we have no choice but to walk forward still. It is wild and a little unkempt and uncaring and I wonder if it can ever be any better, any less wild.
This is for d’Verse poetics.