Lark Ascending

by Silas House

The thrashing of heavy sprays, the thundering of the sails, the shrill cries of the crew.

Only days before, we had been a family of six, and now we were only three. Every time I retched over the side of the boat, I felt like I was vomiting up some of that grief.

There was some comfort in knowing that, although the world was being torn in two, there were still remarkable things that went on being, that refused to lose their shine. Some days it was only the wonder that kept us going.

The world became smaller, yet louder.

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

There is an animal in all of us who knows how to survive.