Gather

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
Listen
And marvel

©Heather Coldstream

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About cistotrans

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