The Stand

Even when the world is upside down
and grief lies in red puddles,
she will stand her ground.

Sometimes the sky is a blue mantle
lending warmth to her vigil,
clouds lend kindly shade.

She waits, enduring weather; abuse
from the mindless, anger
from the ignorant and danger.

Always there are women waiting, carrying
the needed, collecting the wanted
trying to bring it all home.