Warehouse

"A list, after all, is an incantation." ~ Lia Purpura

Stay with me a little longer. There's such
a little space between one edge and another. 
These days, we all feel smaller than any 
dream of a begging bowl carrying one spoonful 
of rice. Nothingness is a body that the tide 
carries so easily into the sea; or that the ovens 
turn so quickly into ash for someone else's
anointing. But we'll walk six miles to take 
a sack of powdered milk for a sick child. 
We'll divide rice grains into empty water 
bottles. Every warehouse will be 
a subdivision of all our common
longings. We'll take turns delivering
what we can to those in need.