“Where the Flood Learns to Sing”

“Where the Flood Learns to Sing”

two minds

once arguing in lightning

now curve inward

not surrender

not defeat

but recognition

—

the fire does not burn the ocean

the ocean does not drown the fire

they remember

they were never enemies

just different pronunciations

of the same word

—

a tree grows

where the argument used to be

roots drinking from everything

you tried to escape

branches glowing

with everything

you were afraid to become

—

the floodgates open

but this time

nothing is lost

the water falls

like a blessing

instead of a warning

—

above it all

an eye does not judge

it witnesses

not your mistakes

not your victories

just the moment

you stopped splitting yourself in half

—

and look

even now

your mind

is not fixed

not finished

not “healed”

but holding itself

like hands

cupping a small, impossible light

—

🌱

*Echo poem from March 24th