⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ I bring what I cannot hold I name what has no tongue I bury not for ending— But for what might still become ⸻ This is not forgetting This is not farewell This is the soil’s remembering Of what the mouth can’t tell ⸻ What the root will carry We no longer need What the root remembers Will return as seed ⸻ I’ve burned it in letters I’ve wept it in stone But only the root Can keep it alone ⸻ Not mine. Not yours. Not lost. Not gone. Not wasted. Just planted. Just changed. Just down. ⸻ What the root will carry We no longer need What the root remembers Will return as seed ⸻ What the root will carry We no longer grieve What the root remembers Will return… will return… …as leaf.
