I have still to learn
to enjoy my vulnerability,
To stop cataloguing it as bad,
When I let vulnerability be
a dense calm makes my soul feel whole.
and I let the tears fall
on the miniature geography of my face.
My waterfalls can be seen many seasons a year.
And then I think of the intermittent waterfalls in Majalca, showing their beauty only in times of rain.
When they carry water I don’t think they feel sad.
I imagine them happy to be the channel through where water flows.