April 19th

The dead of night

the tower screams

give up give up give up

it shakes with the wind

thunder and lightning

the walls vibrate

the windows rattle

the fire dies

all is cold and

I do not sleep

then dawn breaks

I am thankful for first light

I put on my coat and walk

and walk and walk and walk

higher and higher and higher

I am high up on the cliffs

overlooking the ocean

watching the sun rise

listening to birdsong

I am real

I am alive

I am grateful

for every

breath