with thanks to Heather
swimming in this sea
of kindness and generosity
how is it
I sometimes do not notice
I am wet?
*
ten thousands droplets
escape the pond
in every direction
each time
I throw another stone
*
oh body, my vessel,
my vase, my cup,
I am sorry I spill you,
don’t fill you
enough
*
by the pond
the cranes forget
to fly away—
I choose not to throw stones
they choose to stay