resilience is not always
a stiff upper lip
it is not always
silence
sometimes resilience is
screaming the throat sore
and bruising the hands
against the door
and waking up
to the next day
sometimes resilience is
your father promising you
that you are
resilient
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a