“My heart is a stone I skip across the river.
Not a single wave is made.
I forgive the stillness.
Sometimes the words just aren’t there
I don’t have the hands to carry the love
I ask for in prayers.
A highway full of people all headed somewhere,
and I’ll never know them past
Do the oceans think about what they’ve taken?
Do they mourn the countries erased from maps?
My heart is a stone tied around
the ankle of everyone I love.
I forgive the eventual untying.
Sometimes I think of a name and I don’t let
go of it.
My body is stubborn.
It holds on to secrets
even I don’t know about.
I stopped writing because what’s
left to say?
My heart is a ghost story,
and I forgive the haunting.
My big fear is that no one
— Y.Z; Lightning Bug Gone Quiet.