It’s the finite fractures and ordinary fissures
of the heart
long after the
to remind you that love is both
a river and a cloud.
So drink of the water while you can
and store up for
the long, crazy
days in the desert: facing worse
facing worse than succumbing–
Drink quickly because
the world is dissolving into a
fine mist that
pours from your pores
into the empty buckets of your hands.