Three clear marbles emerge from blue.
For love lost one rolls downslope into the marked corner of smile's memory.
For feeling lost one spins out and to the side, inert now in the dark smile of fatigue.
For the love of being lost one tumbles kindly over nose and into parted lips
salt of the water salt to the earth
this communion dissolves
through my tongue
back into the world,
and like an oyster is the sea,
this one offering is