Every family object that has come to me
Weighs me down with its history
Each compresses me into a layer
The model wooden boats from Portugal
The ornaments from New York
The photograph of a tree
Each thing in its place
Each thing in its time
My fossils will join this sediment until upheaval
To tumble towards shores from snowy mountaintops
Or dive below to burning depths
For a slow glide through the crystal lattice
Yet before I freeze upon this earthly plane
My fires reap what they have sown
Growths anew cracked from hardened shell
Marking time’s passing riotous again
After journey’s slog through choking ash
Of life a burnt beneath torrents of tears

©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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