The idea came to her out of nowhere,
but maybe not, maybe there was inspiration.
Maybe it was born in a vista’s humbling moment
or while running fingers over the pages of her education.
Maybe there was a clue in a child’s tears
or when an aged senior told tales of old.
Maybe, too, it didn’t matter,
The catalyst meaning less than understanding the All.
When one alone sinks,
it’s easier to lift the one—when all are standing.
©January 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne
*The poem inspired by my protagonist, Riparia, but applicable to ALL.