Rough to smooth
Bright to hidden
All whole worlds
Waiting to be revealed
From tumbling surf and rasping sand

Each one gathered piece by piece
To build a mighty city
Glittering in invisible impossibility
Where the unawares trod upon ghosts
Carrying their dead

Let each speak their story
Cobble by cobble
How they came to be
And marvel

©Heather Coldstream


About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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