Illness in April

There’s something magic about a friend who can hear your worst
and still keep hoping

Keeping the faith while you look for it like the little key lost
between hospital weeks

I hope my faith returns. I want to believe
that morning and bees will revisit the flowering tree

frothy and undismayed
above heavy traffic

-Moira Walsh

Born in Michigan under the first full moon of 1979, Moira has lived and worked on three continents – as a farmhand, baker, receptionist, cleaner, support person, and performing artist. She is currently based in southern Germany where she freelances as a translator and copywriter. Find her visual diary at