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.