Rising

Rising

In the dull light of mourning

Slow to wake and unable to sleep

The images are reflected two-fold with prayer and action both being called 

Fear and death underlie skin and this is unsteady ground

                 

Find where your roles are woven together unfinished on the loom

Figure out the line of navigation from the refrain 

We are a sky map of heavenly bodies

There are the ships, the sea, and the storm

All integral to the story of movement and vessel

Of ownership and nature and persecution 

All searching for resolution to global patterns

The lines become a circle then a knot then a marking point

Rowing with backs to one another

The denial and grief come in waves

Without a stand of tide suspension upends

Now in the same boat with unbalanced accounting

Over and under a vortex

The currents are changing

Lakes form on the tundra once mangroves

The forests are migrating

A storm surge dislocates trees onto the house

It’s all part of the process

Orbital quests and agents of change

An olive branch waves through the wreckage of inhumanity

Abandon ship to a lighthouse of justice

Rise out of murky waters and spiral to higher ground

Praying with your feet

-April Silbert