Pax Regina

At wit’s end, wisdom was my only friend.
Difficult, heavy, I clung to it
as it pulled me through the water,
sea waves endlessly crashing into my face.
Now I pick up little pieces and
hide them under my pillow, undeposited.
I dream of the day
when I trade it all in for a ticket out of here —
out from under the city
into the sunlight,
walk into the country
to find the home I never knew:
wisdom light as a smile.