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July 22, 2019
Hope
In Tucson, in the desert,
a friend builds a stone labyrinth.
I pick a river rock from the Caloosahatchee
to send her,
palm-sized, flat, grey
scribed with healing symbols.
I will walk that spiral someday.
Astronomers listen for signals
of gravitational waves,
census collectors of black holes
in the invisible shaking of space.
Labyrinths and signals
all charms of hope,
prayers to extend our finite knowing.
We cannot know who hears us,
but it is Someone.
free form--16 lines
Tarot of the Crone--Five of Disks--Hope--Move beyond isolation. Reach out with hope and faith.
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