The dust settles in the pit of my stomach, slowly sifting down like the fine silver inside of a forsaken snow globe, faded and fragile

Too long wandering through the light and dark of love and disappointment—lingering in the shadow places in between—where the truth hides

For the lightness of love, I give thanks

And for the kind support of my family and the generous souls

I am privileged to call friend

You hold me up—

Like the stars keep the moon from falling from the sky