Giving
something up
of all the things you've collected
in your short and human
lifetime, how much
can you carry
in your pockets,
both arms and each finger
wrapped to white
around the precious goods.
And if you had to
reach out, break a
fall, what would you say
to pull each aching finger free,
and how would that weighted cargo
sound
hitting the ground,
and what
would you pick up
if there was time,
what would you find
or forgive
or forget
in return?
