She Writes

Because she wants to know how the sky tastes
and how close an ancestral echo
rests on the tip of her tongue.

Because from the carnival of words
she wants to find the precise few
to create a portmanteau
of the past and future
and watch how it
        boomerangs
from eternity.

And then rest
like a miniature antique tabletop sewing machine
in a dusty shadowbox with other miniature objects
that reveal this vast human condition
In their Tiny ways.