Lent - Core Value # 2

Heart - Collected

When she walked in, her
fingers were covered
in rings,
jeweled hearts,

that brought out the silver
in her eyes -
the storm that hung
over

the nearest balcony.
She said,
"There are men gathered
around a fire, cupping

the warmest air
their hands can take,
breath fogging like
the middle of winter."

I looked out the
window and wondered
if there was enough
bread and coffee

to go around.
She touched my shoulder
in certainty and
passed out the door

in silence, my eyes
following her, seeing
the flash of
lightning,

the flicker of
wings.