When the storm finally passes,
sun cutting through the clouds,
will I know my soul among the masses
the blurred faces of the crowds?
Do I still hear the certain voices
of sadness and of anger
or have I made different choices
and remain to them a stranger?
Did I feel the healing fingers
of the raindrops on my skin?
Do I know the hope that lingers
when I let everything come in?
* Artwork pictured above is “Absence” by Jennifer Goto, a Los Angeles-based artist who works with Japanese mineral pigments and gold and silver leaf.
This is a beautiful poem, Ingrid. I love reading it. I miss you and think of you often.
Thanks, Betsy! Miss u so much too!