Poetry

Savior

by

Margaret Grady

Where I dwelt


Ice and inky stones
Covered the landscape.
Wooden cities a mile high
Spiraled in every direction.
I learned to blend.
To slip into the cold and


       empty spaces


Between the crowds.
I learned to breathe in
that ocean
            Of gloom
            And guilt.
To feel nothing
             But frostbite.
To think nothing
            But worry.


And then


                                                            " You came "



             wings                                        empty
Your                 a                          the                 sky
                                glory    in






                                            filled                                   color
                               You                 my                 with

                                                               world