I need somewhere to put all these tears.
Stone-faced, I save them in my fists
though they are no place for keeping
anything for long. I know I cannot
pretend that they are not falling.
These tears need to find their
level and join the cycle of all
things though sometimes it feels
like they need a vessel for all
So I gather them and honor them
and shake them into the wind
and rain. This world is full of
weeping as it is full of
light. All seasons begin
as all seasons end.
I will crawl from this deluge
into dry land.