foraging
when your sister was born
you began collecting stones,
leaves, acorns and buds,
piles of sand and grit.
they are always in your pockets and socks,
the relics of nature.
you busy yourself
like a squirrel who gathers and saves.
nothing is as it was.
the limits of time and space close in on you
large-eyed and taller
it is necessary to forage for stones.
~ Monika […]
