The Fourth Wind

Connection, in despair

a gentle

camaraderie

in the air.

Heads together

tailing — sunrise.

Courteous knocks

on doors wished locked

drifting

in and out of consciousness.

Taps on doors

Shh…quiet!

on these shores

One day

at a time,

two sides

to our stories.

Maybe, we needed

to learn to share

in the glory.

Three’s company,

elbow to elbow

at the dining hall.

A sultry sunset

the community

we need not forget.

Four winds,

and fourth waves,

this is where

we came

to become well

again.