a little lit

and have you considered

the sea’s fear of the never beaten beach

or perhaps that

broken hearts have

more openings

for entry

or that the tired mirror

should be shattered

for it has seen more

than you

or that you have seen

too much too

for you do not

reflect much anymore

about considerations

of the ends of you

that reach out like shadows

leech-like and like lint

against the light of every day

even during the wind and weather

that makes you wade out to the waters

and wave as an island does to the

lonely clouds

who hold no rain

but do not know it yet

watching the land burn and evaporate

into gas and air and breath

*

feel the emptiness

with grass touching your hair

and birds watching you

like skipping rocks

against beloved waters

that pull you into a hug

always

*

do not spend your time

listening to others spent

on telling you what to do

and mostly

not