and how often do you ask yourself that very question?
the one that makes your throat close up
the one with so much weight
how much did you
break apart
from all that ever was?
until there is nothing left
but pieces of your newness
waiting to meet the old
the merging comes as quickly as
the divide that sunk the ship
your waters destined to forsake
all that didn’t fit
the turbulent, the meaningful, the vastness, the abyss
the ever present push and pull
till then, no promises
in words and notes and paint and boats
to farther reaching coves
the journey for the taking
the golden treasure troves
