A POEM ON RESILIENCE

WORDS & IMAGE: HEATHER QUARLES

There’s always a first time
for beginning again.


Every morning
we awake and
pull the covers back,
put our feet on the ground,
and stand
once more.


The floor is not always warm.
There is not always happiness.
A whole night’s sleep
is sometimes not enough.


Nevertheless,
finding and looking
out that window—the one
that knows what still exists: lush greenery,
a snow-capped mountain side
the ocean breaking, or
calls from the desert
even when things seem quiet—
is what will move us forward, taking
steps to sluff off darkness.


Do what you need
to do in order to
see this view.


Then do it
again.