the upkeep

the ache is sharp in moments 

the sky is darkening 

and sharp when the sun

is shining 

the wretchedness overtakes me 

at times when the clouds are storming 

and even when the stars 

are sparkling 

generous

when they opened their hands 

they were empty 

yet they tried to do something

anyway 

they said “with the strength of my back

i’ll try to make up for the lack”

and it helped at the end of the day  

sand & salt

where i go i will break 

like the waves 

and crash 

like the rolling tides 

be buried in the sand

like broken shells