Jane's Morning Poem!!

Jane says, "Our words feel so woven today."



Jane's poem:










Once the danger had passed, the tears.

She sat with all that had happened.

She lay her sorrows
around her.

Not just her own, but any that surfaced.

They spread
around her like a quilt

Her eyes filled its folds with rivers,
tributaries.

Emptied, she stood there at the edge of
endlessness.

Still it was better to sleep on the floor, away from
windows.