5

I showed up
with this Basket,
woven from wild vines,

I slipped in
a couple of sweet treats
for you to grab
When you See it Open. 

Yet you never See
The Basket
When it is Open


6

What I hold
is our tears.

What I haven't
Is a Light house 
To lamp it. 

7

I wished to be a Pebble, 
Blunt, yet
No a sharp edge.

Every day,
I laid in the river’s embrace,
but my pebble was never there.

Today,
I gazed into that river—
my pebble, dissolving away.
For I am 
The salt of the earth