poem

Stalactites

The underground rivers 

Fissure the limestone rock

Into arborizing veins

That rive through 

The ceilings of caves

In a steady relentless drip.

I’ll bore through stone walls

To get back home

To get to you.

I’ll make a life out of struggle,

Leach out the minerals

And impurities along the way.

I’ll be the solute to dissolve

The things you can’t hold on to

Anymore and carry them all away.

When I break through

I won’t celebrate.

It isn’t enough to finally fall.

There’s work to be done.

All the sediment I haul

And all I leave behind

Eventually meet in the middle 

To form a weight bearing column.

We’ve worked too hard

To let our cave collapse .

3/9/21