Salt,
salty tears dissolve in the ocean,
in the rain,
folded into something larger than me.
Each drop slips unseen,
but together they carry
ships,
fish,
and the weight of continents.
I sweat,
I cry,
I vanish into brine –
and still the tide moves,
offering a whole world for others to inhabit.
The sea remembers what I forget:
that even a single grain of salt
is not lost,
but part of the cosmic ocean
that holds everything afloat.
