Orange
when it struck

we were forced

inside

stillness

became us

with nothing

to busy us

our homes

were our diaries

filled with resistance

uncertainty

then conviction

we had to commit

to being safe

so we wrote lists

of things needed

we wanted

our minds

wandered

to the past

and one another

we connected

withdrew

made decisions

were silent in thought

on the emptiness

of corners

we choose to clean

or ignore

with no structures

to place

the value of living

I discovered

my home

was unsafe

the daily

forgiveness

for wrong

I had committed

was trauma

not love

my hope

for the world

which was vacuumed

was dance

and my children

bound to gratitude

for nature

joy in creativity

and imagination

was snug

between rocks

I listened

to the ocean

and let it in.
['Naomi Folb']
['Resilience', 'Mindfulness', 'Poetry', 'Narcissism', 'Creativity']