Crystals form under pressure
Under pressure the sycamore storms
There is no warning today
High tide will not coincide with heavy rain
We can safely hug the shores
Paddle our feet in the seas
Wade into the winds
Walk barefoot over the rocks
Knowing we will not be swept away
Inside every stone is a word
I am collecting them, slowly
So I can sink myself when it comes
The time of no tomorrow

Sampurna Chattarji

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