After a year of howls, gifts.

Not sure I can articulate this, yet.

Harness has become a listening blanket.

Rage has become discernment,

patient, like a well-fed shark

constantly in motion.

 

Pain has become beauty,

complex, like music.

like sky and lake.

There is time.

I am grateful for this, since it will take some time to make a new story.

I can feel the new story coming

from across the lake.