the seed has been planted
the willow will wave
the redwood will tower
and the oak will be strong
against your back
this is how you learn
how to lose anger
how to keep sadness spacious
that space within the heart
that knows its own death
pour yourself like water into clear glasses
let them drink from you
and see their own reflections
and know who they are
the glass is most beautiful
right as it slips from your hand
right before it hits the floor
right when it shatters
not everything broken
begs to be fixed.
i wandered the shore-
line of your mouth
with my hands full of sea glass,
lipped bottles that had touched other lips,
pieces of wrist-wrung melted sand
that had been held in other palms.
the sand had scrubbed me raw
till i turned cloudy and smooth, but
fingerprints are more than just ridges left
on my skin, and somewhere in the folds
are dreams mistaken for memories.
i dream my memories but never remember my dreams.
i feel you as a single grain of sand in my mouth,
but my words are not pearls,
and nobody truly wants bottles
that have already been broken.