I am Here

A deep, bottomless knowing

rises from the well

No one is coming to save you.

It is both a salvation

and a curse.

No one is coming to save you.

Ears bent now

with delicate hands

to listen

and cradle

the tender blessing

of being alive

The dark silence holds you

You are not listening

for the cavalry

and no part is tensed

in the waiting

It is the sweetest knowing

No one is coming to save you.

Your eyes soften

at the wonder of the ancient rock

the withering tree

and the setting sun.

All too are amidst the grave task

of living and dying.

Speak to me, they cry.

I am here.         ~ Stephanie Foy