The day closes in around her.
Licking her wounds,
she glances from side to side, half expecting to see a sign.
Glancing back down, she rubs her cool hands together
and considers what she should do next.
Pushing aside the essentials that she knows won’t disappear,
she concentrates on everything else.
Drawing, writing, scribbling, typing,
eyes closed and soul half open,
she wanders through thoughts and images like long tangents
made of clay.
The farther out she ventures, the more she finds.
Her heart leaps when she notices the time and she returns to solid ground.
A solitary tear collects in the corner of her eye
but she holds it back
knowing that there’s always tomorrow
and that nighttime has its solace.
- Comfort in sorrow, misfortune, or distress; consolation.
- A source of comfort or consolation.