Just when it all seems so blustery and grim.

The hand of a friend,
The smile of a coworker.
For these, I give thanks.

Distance staring is not a sport and distracted patterns won’t sew a quilt

Odd daze filtered sun
Cries for the wrongs not yet wrung.
Bright moon sky flips tale.

Strong limbs sky reaching
offer up their breath for ours.

Nobly silent trust.