Tevah – a poem by Mary Anne Griffiths

Tevah

What is the heart but a vessel that
contains devotion in the belief you
will not drown.  The tide comes
and goes to carry you out to depths
so blue as to forget how many days
since you were set adrift.  What is
the word that held you afloat after
the weather turned, the endless 
days and nights under a vacant sky
with the pitch wearing thin and 
dissolving?  Not faith, but hope.
Hope like the grey-white of a dove’s
belly flying above you.  Hope
like the baby in the reeds.

Mary Anne Griffiths (she/her) is a poet and fiction writer living in Ingersoll, Ontario, Canada. She shares space with a spouse, a tortie and tuxie and is presently working towards her debut collection of poetry and microfiction. Forthcoming work can be found in Queen’s Quarterly and West Trestle Review along with Anti-Heroin Chic, Slipstream Magazine, Kelp Journal and others.