This is dedicated to Mel, the center of the infertility blogosphere – and keeper of many dreams. (I never did follow directions well. This may be why I have written instructions for a living.)
The Center.
Community built and rebuilt.
Each silo having its own mentor.
One way it would tilt.
A scattered neighborhood.
Chaos matched in pain.
Who could gather this brood?
What could she attain?
Then came the Honeybee.
Gathering into her honeycomb,
Branching out as a tree,
Comforting shade from her leaves.
Come fast and near-
A cry from town’s center.
A storm of tears
Comforted by this gentle weaver.
Loss of what never was binds.
As she, and we all, weep.
Kindness winds
Into hearts broken now come to her keep.
I find I can’t comfortably take part in the Celebratory Project at this time, but I thought that this – and maybe a little more – I could do.