entangled

I wonder when

the leaf carries

the dew drop’s weight

if there is a togetherness

about them

or, if the weight

becomes like a stone

in the shoe--    something to get use to.

just as we, entangled

in one another’s grief

these days cannot

carry it alone

are we more like

the leaf

or, the stone?

….maybe some days

a little of both.

*Acknowledgements:

Yellow Medicine Review, May 2022