grace, revisited

we are a rash of jellyfish
the impact of sandbars
the pool of a soapdish
the haranguing of cars
a collision of windows
a dim wash of pain
the pointing of arrows
the hardness of rain
repetitions of error
and platters of need
a boxful of terror
a whinnying greed
and yet, in the dark,
with our love at our side,
we are loyal as bark,
clutching hope like a bride
we forget what's been said
we surmount our distress
we lose track of our dread
our unfixable mess
and the night keeps us still
while our feebleness dies
then the sun breaks the chill
and thus lightened, we rise.