Pin hope

elsewhere.

I am no mountain,

meant to bear such weight

of expectation.

I am breeze and stream and

Springtide —

transient,

unfixed,

elusory.

Pushed and pulled

by love and longing,

cruelty and kindness.

Pin no hope on

me.

See

to your own

heart’s

work.

 

— C.birde, 2/18