Tending to my Coals by Tanisha Nuttall

Where to go when the darkness rolls in

Who to call?
Who to let in?

It’s disorienting when it comes on for no reason
The smallest thing like the shifting of the season

Yet here I am again in the dark
Tending to my coals
Until one of them sparks

…..which they always do
Trying to remember who I am
To remember what is true

— from Juniper Volume 7, Issue 2