And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbor
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
They are leaning out for love ~L.Cohen
Italics, mine. That nasty black dog came back this past week. I'm leaving him outside as much as I can. I pick roses while he snaps at my ankles, but still, I gather blooms for my home. I hold on to all that is good and right in my world. It's there, I know. I have to reach a bit for it right now. I need Suzanne to show me....
My friends and family are like an intricate hammock, holding me between the pines. Cradling me, holding me up while I watch the dark branches sway ominously above my head.