A Leader Was Born | Anne Marie Wells Poetry

The harbor could no longer harbor the wait, as grain by grain dwindled through the hourglass. Only one believed, knew, she, too, could live crystalline, and she liquefied, a lonesome self-foundry, forging grit in the face of expected floundering. Survival uncertain, she spun her molecules evolving from a sandy, Stockholm lemming into a single, wayward shard. Miniscule but sharp against her ancestors’ prison, she…