Mercy

A Short Poem

TREASURE ON THE WATER

My heart sank
in the pitch
alone—
upon my table a bowl
of sorrows and a spoon
made of bone.

I expected no one—
only tears
to consecrate this bitter meal.

And yet you came.
And I cried and cried—
long into the joyless night.

Your heart was heavy for mine
We shared my wretched burden.
Mercifully,
you seized my shoulder,
lifted me up
and through my hovel window shone
first light—
treasure glittered on the water—
where before there was none.

(Thank you, K.)


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