thank you for this

by Celina Villagarcia

pressed against the backs
of eyes, tears            offer
the slightest fire
on room–warm
arms                warmth of
memory builds waves
of regret           over lost
dreams

                        the unlived days

sometimes        i am so full of blessing

thanks, like rain, snake down cheeks,
river beds rerouting      as i lean
my face skyward

                                     in gratitude

inexpressible words
                                stuck
                                in my throat