Michaela
Drop It
I am going to the edge of the world
Where water fills with periwinkle nectar
And my heart opens
Having been gentled into it
Through long years of hauling burdens
I never asked for, screamed and
Wailed, railed against them
But then laughed in understanding
I could drop them, not gingerly,
Like laying some fragile mathom in tissue paper,
Flinging them away! Far, far...
Hear them shatter and it sounds like bells,
Like singing, like the first dance at my wedding,
Swinging 'round while our smiles
Crack our faces