Lend Your Tears Back to the Watershed

We go to the sea to scream and return as rain

A morph of the Thrum literary organism
from the Wild Nature Heart field

A fierce, incantatory journey that dissolves grief into a shared, living current—
returning our tears to the wider watershed of Earth, kin, and collective becoming.

a sacred wound tending disguised as a collection of grief poems

when will you lend your tears
back to the watershed?
(from My Heart Is Stone)

Inside:

tidal grief, wildfire skies, sea screams,
wounded kinship, political heartbreak,
and the slow remembering
that none of our tears were ever separate

so impossibly alone (together)

so, standing inside it,
the Source—clear and wet
reaching into the water
it was finally time to touch it—

hand to chest
chest to water
(From Time to Touch It)