I could be
a million
but strive just one,

to dry to dry to dry

and brush,

and in doing, cry,
and in weeping, wake-
to empty.


I could be
alone,
but know-
oh do i know

to wait, to hesitate

for a time to dry to dry

and leave it be.

and then, brushing me
to wake, without the weeping
and thank you by my breathing