313: Better Than Today

I found your bottle.

I found your shards.

Bleak and dulled,

the gleam still caught my eyes.

One moonlit night

I walked the beach

of an island lost to man,

and picked you

from among the stones and broken shells.

Your blues glimmered in the moonlight,

like little stars emerged from the deep.

I took you home,

I gave you water,

and a windowsill

filled with sunlight on the warmest days.

I let you breathe.

I let you heal.

I gave you time to be alone

in the presence of another.

And soon I found your dullness fading,

your colours

laughing next to mine.

I gave you space

and you flourished,

loved

by the sun, the moon, the stars, the birds —

the wandering insects and leaning flowers,

even the hunting clouds and rolling mist

and dripping rain did nothing

but gently caress you in your growth;

a promise of

a better day,

that tomorrow

will be still better than today.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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