I travel the world
gathering stones
One from every shore I’ve seen
I cherish them all:
mementos once heated, now cool
They rest together in a basket woven
of breath and blood, synapse and sinew
of days and nights and grass of earth;
They whisper: this is who you are
Yet someday, not today,
I will lower this basket into the river
And smiling, watch it sink to the bottom
As I float