In My Deepest January

 

by Bryony Bensly

In my deepest January,

I placed my feet carefully

on the forest path,

to protect my well-being

as the craziness swirled

around us.

I sat on a rock wall

and watched the waves

rolling in, rolling in,

reminding me that

some things are eternal.

In my deepest January,

I tried to learn how to live

without you. It feels

impossible.

I need to learn
how to hold on to balance,

while witnessing things

I never dreamed I would see

on my TV screen,

knowing that only the trees,

the ocean, and the wild ones

can protect my peacefulness.

In my deepest January, I turn

even more devotedly, gratefully,

vulnerably, to the wild.

Strange to call it wild,

when humans are the ones

who pose the danger.

For my prompt at What's Going On - In Your/My Deepest January