After the Great Storm
ANE BRUN, CARL HEDEROS
do you recall
that year
that fall
after the great storm
when you found
everything
overwhelming
magical
and each brush of wind
kissed your forehead
like a blessing
falling snowflakes
on your face
made you feel reborn
you decoded
the firewalls
between all living beings
you saw the beauty
shining
you saved that feeling
A written down epiphany
unfolding origami