Knowing 2

Drop by drop,
a marble, a feather, a thought,
we fill the jar
on the top of the fridge
in the kitchen
where we sit and chat,
hour by hour.

Making our life together.
Joining our hearts.

Piece by piece,
a hope, a dream, a fear,
we empty the jar,
spread it on the table
by the harbour
where we sit and drink
red wine.

To see what we’re becoming.
How we have transformed
each other.

What will go back in the jar?
And into the bin, what?
We can decide,
together.

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