flocks have to choose
between wing
and wool
and that makes me angry.
it happens
that I have not vacated
the pulpit
of seething. someone
else told me I have to forgive.
water spilled will leave a mark
on wood
but not pottery. that’s what being burned
will do.
pottery dropped
will shatter
and wood will bounce.
so what’s
the secret?
it happens that grief
like a waterfall
will fly
and pound some rocks.
then there’s a long going.
this way. that.
Betsy says, “when the rapids
finish their work,
it’s up
to the tides.”
That last sentence …