Aesop’s Crow

January 21, 2019 § Leave a comment


Three things.

There are things I can love safely

and I pour myself into to them

desperate for a new shape.

I see myself doing it,

tipping my pieces out

and saying, “At least this–”

Because my whole life, it has been

the pebbles that save me

pebbles in a vase, raising the water

so I can drink.

I put a shape inside a shape,

culmination of acquisitions

Because when you pile up seeds

you can make a mountain

No special faith required

just one after the other until there is enough.

And I believe that, almost,

I have faith in that promise.

Every day could have three things, safe to love.

Five minutes to learn a language;

A phone app game motivates a walk;

And a poem, why not?

It’s a holding pattern, yes,

I know.

It’s also a shape

A form my life can take

So I can address my need.

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