This poem I wrote for one of Donna’s photographs seems to fit me today. I’ve been struggling a little…so I’m looking for words.
LOW TIDE Some days, I am like the turtle flipped over, struggling, wanting to fling myself upright. I've learned to look for small assists: a vibrant glow of sunrise, bright tulips sprouting in early spring, a skein of geese honking their positions, these help buoy me. I've been thinking, too, of water, how sea salt washes us clean, even when we don't know we need a cleansing.