Grief to Water

I want to take my sorrow to water.

I want to give it to rain

to make its own way.

I want to cast my heartbreak on the river

where stone-skip held-breath 

heartbeats flow to some unknowable sea.

I want to lose my loss in creek beds

among the thirsting roots of sycamores

drinking in secrets of hidden hill hollows.

I want to give my grief to water

to wash my mind cloudless

and leave petrichor behind.