Bio Note: I started writing many years ago to cope with the isolation of caring for my son David, who is autistic and deaf. I have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Black Poppy Magazine, and Ekphrastic Review.
The Unwilling Traveler
The boat moved closer to the shore. I spied my grandmother long past and much loved sitting on a chair. My chair was not designed for my broken back. But I sat sat and waited for my boat to reach the shore. One must wait you know without expectation. The waves carried me through the unsettled water.
It is as if I never wrote and always wrote. As if we never loved and always loved. I am a Pilgrim on your shore. My breath drops of its own will. You offer your hand-an invitation to come and live inside of you. It is not courage alone that drives me. But the universe that lives in the palm of your hand.
©2022 Sandy Rochelle
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