tidal

And tomorrow, rain will fall—-
cover everything with its tiny hands.
Tomorrow the face you see
before you will be that of a
doorway: unclouded, your eyes
train on the horizon, sunlight
seeping in. The colors release you,
hold you up to the light.
The light is a coin turned over
in the palm of your hand.
That coin is a key. You are
the light, folding in on itself.
Put them in your pocket- the coin,
the key, the light. Carry them
with you along with the sound
of rain. You are never lost.
All roads lead to home.
The doorway carries you in its heart.

[for S]