Right now
someone
is sending love
out to the world, to
everyone who needs it.
Somewhere
I’m sure
a group of witches have just finished a ritual
where they sent healing and blessing
out into the world
To you
To me
The surface of my soul is
dry, tight,
closed in on itself
But a mist
light as Vancouver rain can be
soaks in enough
to soften it,
making room for more
My heart is
closed
to touch
and warmth
curled around
itself like a nighttime bloom
a shivering body
But this well wish
from far
or near
lays a light soft
blanket upon it
And for a moment
I rest.