Poetry Month – April 29, 2024 – On The Altar


Why on earth are there so many rocks on her altar?
Did she need weighting down?
Did the people who gave them to her worry
She might float away?
Did she need some metaphoric landscaping around her?
She remembers each one.
How they arrived.
Where they were placed.
If she lets them go,
will her memories float away untethered?
Will she forget
The gift
The memory
The people
Who love her
Who feel like rocks in her life.


As I near the end of the month, I worry, of course, if I let go of each tether to the moment/memory/gift, will I remember any of it?