Alliance

My father-in-law had to land a
Small plane in a rutted field in
Africa—engine failure.
He learned later friends prayed,
Woken in the night
By unseen Hand.
Alliance,
Spirit-
Bound.

(I tried a nonet today–a nine line poem with nine syllables in the first line, reduced by one in each line. This story of Kraig’s dad has a lot more to it, but this distilled form hits the heart of it, I think.)