Subtle Way
A wave does not regret crashing on the shore
and a lightning bolt does not care
which tree it splits in two,
the same way the river
never notices the hill
it has carried away,
or the fog
the ship it has led
to a rocky grave.
You,
you are a force of nature
that sweeps over me,
that buries me entirely
and like snow piled high
on the empty cabin’s roof,
you don’t even notice me
collapse under your weight.
Mondays
This morning,
a car horn screamed
from the street below.
Standing in my room
wearing a towel
and with a toothbrush in my mouth,
I screamed back.
