Blurry Place

Blurry Place

The room in my chest
that was made to hold you
is heavy with distance,
and tears I cannot catch.
I try, in vain,
to reach my hand
across the world,
but all I return with is
fistfuls of ocean –
the waves that separate us. 


Do you hear me? I’m calling your name.
I am saying it with you.
Do you feel the hum of
your identity pulsing
beneath the earth,
stirring all beauty
into living? 

You are not alone.

Spill the ocean if you need,
I will dry it over
and over
until there is ground enough to
walk the world
and take you into my chest.
We will dig the soil
together,
bury your pain, and
watch it grow into
every
radiant
thing
you are
and will be.

I am with you.