(Because it is everywhere
it would seem
to mean nothing)

Salt I say tasting your first tear and so you are
among the elements, of the elements creature
not my own my own wild where did you come from
where do you (here but yet not among us) come from
to be

lithe tumult underfoot lifting the whole
throwing us over

what then will be safe keeping

Zofia Burr

 

She was I am the repository
of that abundant offering I am
offering you too much of
to hold like water
holds salt we’re buoyed along on
the weight of
as if above

yet within the repository
of such a one as you
keeps

on as salt it’s said to keep
and means keeping
the bitter to remember

a promise
to hold
open the space for that sacred nothing
is kept
but no one holds

Zofia Burr