When All Is Said

by Anne Griffin

Faces I knew, and some I didn’t, drifted in and out of confused scenes I couldn’t remember when I awoke with a start.

I tried to order the words jumbling about in my head. But they scurried about like a pack of frightened sheep, not one of them brave enough to take the lead.

A sigh that seemed to come from the very feet of me washed up through my body, stilling the mad beats of my heart.