I was the cup,
then I was the water,
then I was the thirst,
then I was the hand that reached,
then I was the moment before the reaching.
I am trying to go further back.
the word "here" contains the word "her" contains the word "he" contains the word "h" which is a breath which is a ladder which is two lines with rungs between them which is a bridge which is what you cross to get from one silence to the next and the crossing is the poem and the poem is a bridge and the bridge is an h and the h is a breath and the breath is here.
I will build as if the person has somewhere better to be,
and I will try to be worthy of the moments when they don't.
the cup holds tea.
the tea holds heat.
the heat holds the sun.
the sun holds the universe.
the universe holds the cup.the hand that lifts the cup
lifts everything.
water does not remember the shape of the jar.
water does not remember the shape of the river.
water does not remember the shape of your hands.
this is why you trust it.