For Henry 2012 from Grandma Nancy
maybe
with enough pepper
and after the sandals fall apart
some actual boots
then maybe
the mountain becomes climbable
never mind the coyotes
(they’re cowardly)
jungle drums will fade
and the blare of sun
will slowly blend
into velvet dark
the purple sax
blues an invitation
to the Yes
that comes
venturing up
over the horizon
from the edge of the world
out of the surf
tall cool and ready
Yes
—Rev Nancy Holden
—Hope Safford
Story
Chaos
Routine
We hold our breath against the
Water
Secrets
Sorrows
Tedium
Divining we find
Ease
Forgiveness
Comfort
Joy
Hope
—Margo Berg