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swept-away

A piece of driftwood awaits its fate, Hilton Head, SC


swept away

swept away like dust
under the rug,
or a mighty coastline
in the wake of a typhoon,
as a castaway flung
to a desert island,
or scraps of paper 
caught in a gust of wind,
like a grain of sand 
carried into the sea-

gone are those days
when I sat silent,
complacent in my land 
of peaceful dreams;
gone is the hope,
the work of millions
to keep one country free,
vanished with the dawn
along a new horizon,
quick as lightning strikes

but I will not mourn alone-
such work, such days 
still live inside me,
heavenly spirits awake,
waiting in a world 
somewhere in between;
so I will shine a light
into this new darkness,
longing and fighting
for their resurrection

and a day will come
when tides roll back,
when the rug’s pulled up,
when the lovely ghosts
of hopeful days return,
and every sandy grain
or speck of dust
once hidden or forgotten,
will still be waiting there,
and show itself anew


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About Jacqlyn Thorne

I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.