We are all wet, but afloat,
finally;
the countless attempts to rise up
notwithstanding;
safe from the dire mire;
waiting patiently for the cloud
of sour adversity to pass;
my white-feathered brother and I.
We can now look up to the skies
from where the perch came,
the straw to grasp; and
each other’s warm shoulder to lean on;
when we were sinking.
