Vestige

I need to search my toolbox for elements of stability.

I don’t have to dig too deep to touch implements of love, compassion, companionship.

But what I really need is confidence, affirmation, vision, reassurance.

I’m going to follow along the trail and listen for the call of the horned lark.

What I really don’t realize, though, is how tired I am.

I will go and lay down to rest, slumber, sleep.

I have to have my sleep. It’s my medicine. It’s my antidote.

I will beckon the clouds to send comfort as my pillow.

I will dream of survival.