Heavy seas.

Heavy seas.

After the fourth stroke

my friend is storm-tossed

and foundering.

Sitting with her today

I did not say her name

murmuring instead

honey, sweetheart, darling

unconsciously calling

to the one within

the one suffering,

asking her to remember

a deeper, wilder truth:

She is not a broken vessel:

but one who can run

before the wind.

©Joan Stockbridge

September 10, 2013

For a later update about my friend, see That Which Persists.