Acceptance on the horizon
An awkward step here and there,
nonetheless walking through.
Less rain, fewer torrents
give up rmoments of peace.
Although my poetry still drowns in
floundering words absent cohesion,
my insignificant art cares only that
the bloody clamp loosens its clutch,
news to be told later, as belief
strengthens a lost spirit.
Is this it, the working through of it,
the grieving, the acceptance?
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March 1, 2007