in trouble
wrapped in the worry
bubble
locked in
the sleeping bag
of you yourself
comes help
to reassure
to salve the sore
come words to save
whatever muddle
whatever harm may threat
what duress
within
here's wisdom
cling
to the witness
of this wing
this hinge
opening to light
in the fearful night
direction
in the featureless white
of the arctic journey
find yourself warm
through the wind's bite
seek companion
just out of sight
through the frozen waste
find face
in your fall
the rope
holding fast
in hope
in resolve
to solve
to find answer
as the dance
finds the dancer.