Here bring me to
your ear and listen 
and you shall hear 
the cosmos the ocean 
and oh so many 
of my autumns and 
springs and you 
my sweet summer when 
all things sunny bathed
here bring me to
your eyes and see
the stars that shine 
and the depths that 
hold and my winters
of darkness and loss
as these I am 
and all ever else 

I’m a folded
piece of paper 
maybe a fortune 
cookie and a
bottle afloat in 
the sea too
a receipt tucked 
away inside of 
a book a
leaf pressed between 
pages I’m not 
obvious but hidden 
there for but
the eyes of
the one who 
put me there 

Is it
hubris or
humility which 
cuts to 
the core
for both 
it seems 
are the 
same edge 
of a
sharp sword 
slicing through 
another’s bravado 

I think dust
is the debris
of dreams that 
we exhale in
our sleep knowing 
that things such
as these need
to land somewhere

And like ice
I guess cubed
crushed or crawling 
it dissolves mixes
in with whatever 
it chilled cheapened 
or changed it
goes gets or
gives turning into 
the very same