Through it All

Vibrations sent

Through airwaves

Colliding with stone

And meshing with water,

A need for solidity

But flexible soul,

Uncertainty in searching

A void left behind

By the lost piece

We didn’t know

We broke.

Questions surrounded

Weaving this way and that

Getting lost

In own path

Losing exit door

That we put in place

Forgotten in over stimulated

Mental Haze

As fingers grasped air,

Believing the possibility

That value could be yanked

From a cloud long floating,

Hands passing through

Only to catch us

Before we fell-

Hanging by cliff edge

Before remembering

The seeds planted

Between our shoulder blades

Long ago,

A deep breath

Bringing life to

The moment we needed.

A recollection

Of the art

Of catching the vibrations

And riding through storms,

Laughing at lightning

And taking stock

Of the damage left behind

By wild winds

And torrential rain

We created on our own-

Turning hurricane into sun

And burning ourselves

Before repeating.

Katrina Thornley is a nature poet and novelist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!

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