Posts Tagged ‘fly and scatter’

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


by the pond
the cranes forget
to fly away—
I choose not to throw stones
they choose to stay

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