12/14/12

there are things
like the water
that cannot be defined
by the confinement of
words in order,
that cannot be explained
for the depth
and the movement
and the things concealed
beneath a surface
that can look calm and flat
or broken by crashing waves--
things that are too much
larger than us to ever grasp
in our hands or heads
or hearts--
and sometimes it's all
we can do to hold each other
the way we can never hold
those things,
and stand or sit or fall
together,
and in the presence of
something so complicated,
silently bless those hands
that still keep our own.