When the wind died down
and the dust settled,
we sat looking at the disaster.
Sifting through debris,
promising to go back to better times.
Times during which complication didn’t mar our intentions.
Times when our needs were less like chains
and more like opportunities.
Now we know,
we should have paid more attention
when what we wanted for ourselves
began to steal from what we wanted for each other.
Then came the storm,
created by our selfish misunderstandings.
It poured rain into our hearts,
day after day.
It wrought clouds to crowd our minds
moment after moment,
building doubt so thick
we could not see the sea
until we were already choking,
And as we reached out,
aching for something to save us,
all we found was each other to cling to
and that was all we needed.