"To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle." — Walt Whitman
(a poem about Braelynn J., 52, Blessings, CT, USA)
Monday, March 7, 2022
When life crashes around her,
Braelynn opens herself like an umbrella
and walks with poise
through the storm.
She carries openness like a canopy,
and could anything hurt her then?
Thoughts throw themselves at her,
but the umbrella of contentment
keeps her safe and celebrating.
She stays beneath the parasol
of the endless present,
is presented to her as a gift,
again and again.