Single portal cleft

Once I cried without knowing why.

It was about loneliness,
About not falling asleep at night,
And getting up suddenly
To creep through my back-yard pajama clad,
Shredding cedar twigs between unlistening fingers.

It was about repairing the clefts in my wall
With mud and tears and dry, dry silences.
About pulling and pushing
Being ripped, but never broken.

I should save these tears:
Catch them in a bottle as they run down my face,
Every last one, and cork the bottle tight.
One day I can take them out and
Look at them,

one
by
one

-Rebekah Blok