Joanna Gilman Hyde

I am waiting in The Fog

with audible surf

and the occasional call

from a sea bird

–

waiting for The World

to collapse

but I somehow doubt It will:

The World is like A Very Strong Mother–

She may lie down for a nap

but always fixes supper

She may live in Her Bathrobe

yet maintains Her Modesty

She cleans when She feels like it

and gets Her Children to clean up

after Themselves

–

She loves everybody in Her House

Her Home is Her Sanctuary

She Is Her Own World