Monday, June 26, 2023

Full to spilling, we sit with our wonder:
How we’re becoming and what we’ve become,
How we’ve been shattered and how we’re still whole,
How in the water we’re lost and we’re found.

Glass on the bureau and sand on the beach
Clatters and tumbles like castles, like tears,
Like children down hills, like ice in a glass,
Like visions of who we thought we could be. 

Ache not for wishes that wash up on shores
Like driftwood or plastic or empty cans.
The pieces that leave us reveal us healed:
Freed of our yearning, we scar and we grow.

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