Danielle Dulsky
May you meet these dire times well, dear
daughter. May the remedy for your apathy be
awe. May you stand on the northern hill, ring

a bell, look west, and hum while the sun sets
on your tamer ways, while the impossible
becomes possible and the clocks fall from the
walls. Stay tender through it all. Stay wise.
Walk with one foot in the world of the wailing
women and the rebel chieftains who dreamt
you alive. Hone your night vision and look for
the lessons in the old stories...