The Stones in My Heart
after reading two poems by Caleb Nolan
There is no simple way
to honor my dead. I carry
each as a stone. Over
the years their numbers
have grown. They weigh
me down, heavy, heavy.
Yet some days I still
move with a lightness
that comes from them,
from what they seeded
in me that has grown
into what I am, lifts me
though my days.
They are my wings.