The
chime is engraved
with a
lighthouse,
a
harbor,
a ship
on the sea.
It
hangs from the eaves
above
our deck
and
has, for nearly
seventeen
years,
sprinkled
its tune
at
every house
we've
called home.
It
fell
once,
in a
major storm,
was
never broken, but
lay
serenely
at our
feet
waiting--
ready
to give light, melody.
And
though
I tire
of wind,
of
storms,
it's
taught me to listen,
hope,
trust
light
and
play
on.
©
2015 Jennifer Wagner
For
dVerse Poetics