So many stones...

6/04/2011

I am creating this small stone now because my mind
has already shut itself off for the night.

***

Yesterday the moon was a silver ring
without a one-carat diamond.
Everything felt wet: pale lawns, my skin,
even the black coal skies.

***

into the pillow
all my tears
you didn't see

***

the weight you carry
the weight of my heart
the weight of our worries
the weight of things unspoken,
of things unbroken,
of silence.


(Written for The Art of Paying Attention E-course.)