When

When bad news strikes
and you can't catch your breath
and the wind blows your hair and your papers,
and the knot in your stomach matches the one in your throat,
and your soul is crushing,
mind is numbing,
and you know you are mixing metaphors with hyperbole but you
just
don't
care,
all you can do is watch the seagulls
fly in formation
into the foggy beyond,
and trust they will find their way,
and so will you.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

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