Full of Stones

Remembering ourselves is the worst we can do.
Leave yourself next to the coffee machine,
in the disposal where you can be chewed up and swallowed.

There isn't anything new in the recall
of last week's tornado, except the consequence
of wind on those things you called yours.

Instead of twirling up inside, just keep on
walking, skipping, making the happy trail forward.
Let your heart be light, even if it is full of stones.