Something

                                                         -a tree in Berkeley, photographed by me, 10.2.12
To everyone whose love and support have lifted me through this challenging time:

Something

Sometimes we reach for something

but it’s something we can’t see

When a moment feels like hours,

And we struggle to just be.

Despair is all-consuming

And what’s next is what we fear.

We listen hard for something

Uncertain what we’ll hear.

Sometimes we pray for something,

but lack religious creed.

When all it takes is something

And with it, we are freed.  

I’m glad you are that something

 when something’s what I need.

Thank you!

 with love, Robyn