Ocean to drop
She told him to give her his tears. Give her the tears he’d been weeping for decades. Tears, she knew, that were about her, engendered by her, which used to hang in his beard like shivering diamonds, then disappear. Perhaps it was their constant disappearance that did it, in the end. Their reminder that attrition is the only certainty, mountain to mote, ocean to drop. And when he did give her his tears they fled into her eyes like released hostages - not quite glad to find home, questioning what home is, what the source was, back then.