The jouncing drip-lap
ribbon of twigs
rushing cool and clear,
laced with dancing lichen;
wherever you have been
you are here now
and gone in the plash of a tear,
dripping cheek to stone.
I see myself;
I see the clouds
flowing on their course
and withering
in the plash of rain
that brims you over
and urges you, go
where you must go.
Janet Guastavino is a native Californian and a fifth-generation San Franciscan whose poetry has been published digitally and in hard copy. She curates a web site that features poetry and flash fiction about mental health and emotional wellbeing, written by women over the age of fifty-five. https://croneswords.page